I am surrounded by herbs and spices, but i reign supreme, but I do not have color except black, white, and pink. You might find me in spicy food, on a steak, or in a grinder.

I am related to margherita pizza, but I am not red or white. You might think fresh or dried when you think of me.

I echo through the ages with commandments etched upon me, but I do not echo through your movies when you stream upon me. You often hear me in When headaches are too much, I can be an aspirin..

I am used to cool you down or cheer you on, but I am not used to sitting still. You can find me in your hand or in the stands.

I grow in the garden, yet not on a tree, in a salad or sandwich, I’m often set free. I’m crushed or sliced, but not put in a sweet, I’m plump when I’m ready, savory, and neat.