Edible staple, I bet you can't eat just one. One or many, The answer is the same. Black to purple, Yellow to brown, wild to white.

I am the storer of boxes In older homes, this is where your washer and dryer would typically be Some convert me to game rooms Some are where older children get cozy and refuse to leave

I hiss and spit as I hit the ground running, Slipping and sliding, I just can't get my footing back under me I'll continue to scream until you dump water over my head Or throw a bit of flour right into my face- Jeez, and they call me roux

Mostly a relic today, If you were aboard the largest of me In nineteen thirty seven, You might be climbing the stairway to heaven.

Though I look dry, I am mostly water. Tiny explosions frozen in time and forest. Drown and brown me in butter, Heat me and eat me.