Past Riddle #103 (Feb 23, 2024)

I am the offspring of field and stone, yet never have I roamed. Born from a union of water and grain, a transformation I sustain. In warmth I rise, yet not to the skies; in the heart of the hearth, my form belies. Slice me to share, my purpose declare; what am I that comforts with care?

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