Food Riddles

A box without hinges, key, or lid yet golden treasure inside is hid. What is it?

A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. Who am I?

A breakfast food that is cracked from white shells and is often scrambled. Usually served with bacon, sausage, toast or pancakes.

A fruit on a tree. A tree on a fruit.

A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.

A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?

A time when they’re green. A time when they’re brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They’re perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.

A toasty and crunchy cereal would be pointless without this spice.

A wonderful elixir, It is your fluid fixer. Gulp it down and turn like a concrete mixer. Dark as night and sweet as sin, It’s like liquid heroin.

Alight or in dark, my face is a leer. In a field with my brothers, you’ll find me without bother, For that autumn day is mine.

As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.

Before crust hardens.

Both peaches and a certain couture have this in common.

Come November 1st, many of these will be found smashed on sidewalks