I’m round and sweet, I tempt your eyes, but I’m not a pie.My center is empty, my edges are not. I’m best enjoyed fresh and hot. Homer loves me as much as Duff, but as much as you buy of me, there’s just never enough!

I can dive very deep into the ocean, but I cannot swim. People use me to hold their breath for very long periods.

I spark with just a single swipe, I wait in piles when forests are dry, Some seek love, some seek a flame, Different faces, but one same name

I appear in a lake, but I am not a fish. You might see me in beauty spas.

What can sit in a corner but still travel around the world?