I come in lots of different shapes and sizes, but I am always one foot long

I’m bitter when freshly picked. You will have to cure me before I’m edible. Press me if you want to use me for cooking. I also like burly sailors with tattoos.

I frame a garden green and bright, with leafy walls both neat and light.

A line for billiard supplies or for stage directions

A tiny berry ballerina Danced beneath the summer sky. She twirled with sugar in a jar And waved her stem goodbye. Now dressed in ruby sparkles, She twirled into a glassy home Where toast and berries meet. What am I?