Give us this day our daily taste.
Restore to us soups that spoons will not sink in,
And sauces which are never the same twice.
Raise up among us stews with more gravy than we have bread to blot it with,
And casseroles that put starch and substance in our limp modernity.
Take away our fear of fat,
And make us glad of the oil which ran upon Aaron's beard.
Give us pasta with a hundred fillings,
And rice in a thousand variations.
Above all, give us grace to live as true men.
The author of this hedonistic, gormandizing prayer is a...
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