What Does G-d Taste Like?

Shauli, our youngest son, was about seven years old as he sat across the table from me, at our favorite pizza shop. He considered a slice of pizza he held in his hands and asked:

“Is Hashem (G-d) everywhere?”

“Yes,” I answered, matter of factly.

“Is He in this slice of Pizza?” he asked, probing further.

“Yes,” I answered; less sure of myself, but still fairly confident.

Shauli then took a bite out of his pizza and looked at me, a mischievous grin on his face.

“What does He taste like?” I asked, upping the ante.

Shauli paused for a moment, contemplated, and then answered:

“He tastes like chicken.”