Porcelain fine or paper light, I hold your meal just right. Or,beneath the ground, I shift and break, causing lands to bend and shake.

I am sometimes sometimes high and sometimes low, but I am not able to ignore the moon. You might measure time - if you live on a coast - with me.

I am surrounded by herbs and spices, but i reign supreme, but I do not have color except black, white, and pink. You might find me in spicy food, on a steak, or in a grinder.

I live in a rose bush or maybe in your side, but I do not live in a apple tree. People associate me with lemon trees, blackberries, and pyracantha.

I am related to margherita pizza, but I am not red or white. You might think fresh or dried when you think of me.