As yesterday's puzzle has yet to be solved, I tried to make this one a tiny bit easier.
I'm one star of many, yet we're all bound together,
Hot, dry, humid most days, It depends on the weather.I'm friends with the man whose kicks cause a large bang,
Pardon the way I'm speaking, It's not really slang.Perhaps I can fancy you with a pie,
Or maybe some chili as we say goodbye.Now, just what on earth am I?