"A Staple"

Begin with warm rice: soft, steady, and white, a canvas of calm, the base of the bite

I. They stir Bibimbap,

rice at its heart, crowned with grace,

each topping distinct, yet finding place.

A fried egg, spice, and seasoned array,

all stirred to harmony, never disarray.

II. Biryani breathes slow:

layered with meat, saffron’s glow,

aromas rise in dum’s warm clasp,

a festival sealed beneath the grasp.

III. As we cook, light as a song,

pulao simmers where flavors belong.

Less bold than biryani, gentler in art,

but holding the same beating culinary heart.

Three dishes, three lands, one truth they reveal:

That rice is not base, but memory and meal.