Comfy or not, hard or soft. I come in many sizes Materials, heights. People use me daily, I don't need explaning. I'm stacked with clothes that are 'clean enough'

I'm hard as stone when dry but slippery when wet what if I?

Some people think I'm the entire corn, but I'm just the kernel. There are countless versions of me, all with different names. When people think of me, they'll probably think of a fat, non flying bird, named after a piece of clothing.

I’m thicker and fluffier than my crispy biscuit sibling. I’m ironed rather than fried or baked. Criss-crossed, that’s me!

A treasure found in salads and martinis alike, Green or black, it brings flavor to every bite. The original peace symbol, I'm a star not so hammily, Come to my Garden - when you're here, you're family.