Ode to Dal Bhat

Heaping mounds of white steaming rice, lentils soaking in their thick bath, greens marching in straight from the garden, potatoes harvested with care. Oh, dal bhat! Oh, rice and lentils! You sustained us over many a mile, filling our bellies and fueling our legs. Oh dal bhat! Your heaping mounds mirror the snowy mountain peaks adorned with whispy clouds. Oh dal bhat! Whistles from the pressure cooker tell us you are nearly ready. We anxiously await our second serving then battle with you to clear the plate. Oh dal bhat! Your heaping plate, a familiar sight and taste that we came to depend on. Oh dal bhat...if we never eat you again....