I am born out of heat.
I am slain by man.
I am both crunchy and soft.
I can be savory or sweet.
I can be the color of the night sky.
I can be many different nationalities.
You can have me at all times of the day.
You can slice me in half many different ways.
you can make me into a dessert with skill.
What am I?
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