The other night, Noah offered our dinnertime prayer. In the middle of his expressions of gratitude for a myriad of animals, their stuffed counterparts, and imaginary beasts, he managed to bless the food as follows:
"Please bless the food... that it will not be poisonous..."
So let this be a friendly reminder to us all. I think that we're much too eager these days to "bless the food that it will nourish and strengthen," while failing to acknowledge the real possibility that our enemies might have broken into the kitchen in the dead of night and poisoned our pot roast right under our noses. I, for one, am grateful that at least Noah hasn't ruled out middle-age feuding tactics when it comes to family prayers.