Food Riddles

If you are a sore loser, you are often called the sour variety of this fruit.

If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?

It is basically a cake made of cow.

It nukes food at the touch of a button.

It produces a flower but it is not its fruit; it produces branches which are its fruit.

It stands on one leg with its heart in its head. What is it?

It’s a symbol and a fruit, For man’s folly, evil’s root. But also for great inspiration, and famous application.

Ketchup’s slightly less popular brother.

Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?

Many people confuse me with a vegetable, but I’m actually a fruit. I’m red when I’m ripe, and I’m sliced and served on burgers.

Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.

My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second’s industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.

One of the few vegetables that is routinely consumed with marshmallows.

Patch upon patch, without any stitches, if you tell me this riddle, I’ll give you my breeches.