Bless His Noodly Appendage!

I was eating dinner last night with my wife and two daughters when my five year old held up her grilled cheese and said “Look Dad, it looks like the Flying Spaghetti Monster”. I looked over and nearly fell out of my chair. She was right, His Starchy Lord choose my house, on this fine December evening, to make an appearance!

I quickly dropped to my knees in blessed awe and offered my humble self up to the Great Pasta One. My daughter thought this was hilarious and asked if it was ok to eat the sandwich. Knowing the Flying Spaghetti Monster wouldn’t want her go hungry I told her she could, just after I took a photo for posterity. I’m afraid I wasn’t able to get it quite in focus, that extreme was my excitement, but a little Unsharp Mask was able to bring it up to presentability.

My daughter reported that the sandwich was especially delicious and she seemed to glow with a buttery aura all night long.

Great is the power of the true believers.

RAmen.