When people win me in a competition they have good memories But I'm most well known to measure the size of mammaries

I’m round and red and grow on a vine, Slice me for salad and you’ll do just fine.

In circles of delight I twirl, with toppings that make mouths whirl. A crusty base, a cheesy crown, a slice of joy that won't let you down.

Curled into a circle, I hang with cheer, a touch of the forest, bringing the season near. Sometimes I celebrate, sometimes Im placed to grieve, on doors or tables, I take my leave.

Tiny guardians worn as a pair, I shield your skin from cold and care. I grip, I warm, I take the strain, Five paths I hold, yet feel no pain.