Yes, that's the place. When you've been touched by His noodly appendage, you have the urge to spread the word... All hail the Flying Spaghetti Monster!

Our FSM, who art on a ginormous, invisible plate in the sky...
"well drained" be Thy mane...
Thy colander come... Thy will be dry, yet stick to the fridge door...
or on the floor, as it comes fresh (piping hot!) from the pot...
Don't hold it against us when we dare to eat breadsticks...
but forgive us our leftovers for food-fighting...
as we forgive those who food-fight against us...
And lead us not to over-do it (whoops!)...
but, if so, deliver us from Domino's (no tip)...
For thine is but boiling, at par-boil or al-dente...
for less than ten minutes...

Let's eat!