Cultures shaped me, though I’ve never read a book. I live in the cold, yet I come from warmth. Love me or hate me, I’m all over the world. What am I?

We don't want a belly-itcher! Nor a baseball stitcher. Thrower of curves and sliders Or pourer of margaritas and ciders

Edible staple, I bet you can't eat just one. One or many, The answer is the same. Black to purple, Yellow to brown, wild to white.

Tea and witches. A green monster and Pilgrims.

Change my last bit to create a Japanese boxed meal. Sit on me to eat it. But only in sunny weather, or else the rain will soak you.