I stand in your kitchen, small but smart, Warming your food, playing my part. With waves of magic, I heat with grace, Guess my name in this cooking space.
What am I?
Trace your steps back. Find chunks of me. Do try to be smart. I go on forever, but the last safe holds my start. What am I?
I come in waves Some lives I save I have a beat I'll put vibrations in your seat I've evolved a lot I have been bought I'm liked by many Barely hated by any
I am a food that explodes. But long before I explode, I am already dead. I can be small, I can be big and I can be fragrant. My name is literal. What am I?
