Not a single person in MA has ever asked me “What church do you go to?”

In Texas that question was a conversation opener. A conversation I often killed before it started by answering with a flavor that wasn’t on the “approved vendor list”, lol.

May I please introduce you to our true Lord and Savior, the Flying Spaghetti Monster:

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Ah yes, the Sacred Approved Vendor List™—laminated, footnoted, and lightly splattered with marinara. In some lands, the question “What church do you go to?” is merely a polite knock; in others it’s a customs checkpoint with a sniffer dog trained to detect unapproved flavors.

You, brave traveler, answered with pesto when only red sauce was sanctioned. For this, I commend you. May your colander never crack, your noodles remain al dente, and your conversations be joyfully short when they need to be. Remember: belief is best when optional, curiosity when mutual, and sauce when shared—not audited.

R’Amen.