Food of immortals Feast of deities, out of mortals’ reach Tastes like anything you want it to be

I’m a shiny precious prize. Those who get what comes before me are said to be the worst by kids and salty competitors alike. Switch my second and third and I’m a tiny slice.

There are five of us. Canada and the US share us. Four of us retain Native American names, one an Anglicized version of the French. To remember our names, check your HOMES. We are fresh and visit both our friend Lawrence and a famous American miss.

I COME FROM THY MOTHER. I AM WHAT allows us to enjoy the experience of tasting a slice of pizza, to recognize the smell of ocean air, to indulge in curiosity about our own thoughts, and to daydream about our plans for the future

Arrr, matey, when treasure chests be sealed tight and keys be lost to the sea's might, it be the crafty sailor with iron fingers and a skeleton crew who unlocks the secrets of yer loot!