In my own way.
   For just a moment, I imagine all the people it took to get the
   food to my table. I try to imagine all the places my food came
   from (a little map in my head) and visualize the ships and
   trucks moving it here. All the workers, from planters up to
   supermarket cashiers.
   Sometimes I envision the cross-breeders through the centuries
   that made the plants or animals what they are today. The people
   who made the table I'm sitting at, and the chair that keeps my
   ass off the ground.

   And grateful for the great pick-your-name-its-all-the-same-to-me
   that brings it all together. God as a word has so much baggage
   attached I don't even like using the word myself.

   In my mind, I just say,
   "Thanks".

   and covers all of that. [I don't always KNOW where all my food
   came from specifically, because I'm too lazy to read "origin
   country" but I imagine where it _might_ have come from].