your mujadara

it's called 'everyman's dish'
a simple steaming pot of three
or maybe ten ingredients
lentils sorted to remove the wee stones
the cracked wheat of the bulgars 
onions chopped and caramelized
some kind of stocky brothy 
almond milk bullionaire chicken 
or beef or just plain old water
spices and garnishes steeped
with love and tradition of the
very region you are named for

i have never tasted yours...
they say is the best ever, here
or there, in this hemisphere
or that, heck, maybe the planet

but i have been nourished, often,
by the mujadara of your soul 
by the mujadara of your heart
the mujadara of your very being
with every little look you give 
every little thing you say...

every beautiful note you sing
laden, dripping, with joy or pathos
even better when it is
    both at the same time