Often just a large pit, where buried rock becomes something useful. Fred Flintstone worked at one with Barney, using dinosaurs as heavy equipment.

Strike two stones or cross two wires, and I may wake a sleeping fire.

Blue, pink, imperial orange, though pure I have no color at all. Hard silicate ingeniously, or igneously layered, lead to my vitreous shine. It is thought my name comes from a word in Sanskrit that is a homonym for a small savory Spanish appetizer.

I am smooth, creamy, and cool to the taste, Enjoyed as a breakfast or snack in a haste. I am born out of milk, but changed by time, With friendly bacteria that keep me in prime. Sometimes I am plain, sometimes sweet and fruity, Helping your gut is my primary duty.

Harvest, blood, blue, and pink are all variants of me. When I'm full, what ensues is nothing short of insanity.