Food Riddles

Delicious but said to be a lie.

Flour of England, fruit of Spain, Met together in a shower of rain; Put in a bag tied round with a string, If you’ll tell me this riddle, I’ll give you a ring.

For this gourmet style of meal you’ll need a pot and some pointy sticks.

Give it a toss, and it’s ready, but not until it’s dressed. What is it?

Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.

Green but not a lizard, white without being snow, and bearded without being a man.

Green on the outside but red and black inside. I am food but mostly liquid. What am I?

Grown in the ground, it’s taller than you. Strip off the outside, the yellow pieces you chew. What is it?

High fat reward for making it through another solar cycle

I am a food made from the pressed curds of milk. I come in American, swiss, sharp and many other flavors. What am I?

I ate one and threw away two

I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. He who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead.

I’m a blended cold beverage made up of milk, ice cream and fruit. I bring all the boys to the yard.

I’m a dish of ground meat formed into a loaf shape, mixed with egg and breadcrumbs, then baked or smoked