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?