Answer:
I love spinach.
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
When I come in from sea to shore twenty paces you'll see No less no more.
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
What has hands but canβt clap?