I’m tasty

I’m burning up. I just got cooked in the oven and cut into equal pieces. I do have to say that I smell rather good. Dinner begins and I slowly start to wane away and I know the end is near. I hear the people talking about how they love everything about me; my crispy crust, my melted ingredients, and my tasty condiments. I actually don’t mind that I won’t last much longer as I desire being desired. I can come in all different kinds whether it’s Hawaiian, meat lovers, or vegetarian. Dinner is almost over and the last bit of me is ingested and I say goodbye to the outside world.