20 Flavorful Riddles About All Kinds of Food

Sometimes reduced, sometimes whole,

Many mornings seen in a bowl,

If spilled, don’t cry over me,

Meant for the young, liquid energy.

Those who win me provide,

Golden coat, soft inside,

In a heated chamber rise

Before slashed to bits widthwise.

Sticky staple worldwide known,

Fill your belly, save your phone,

Sometimes white, sometimes brown,

Add some liquid and chow down.

Juicy body, flaky skin,

May make you shed a tear,

Layers and layers rest within,

Sheathed savory sphere.

Shreds, wedge, disc, and cube,

Are a few forms I can assume,

Describes issues too hot to touch,

Or one who's on a couch too much.

Cap on my head, no shoes on my feet,

In damp, dark places we may meet,

In times of destruction seen in a cloud,

Poison or meal born from the ground.

Full of flavor but not a food,

Quite a nuisance to remove,

Ruins many pairs of shoes,

Can form a sphere once chewed.

On special days covered in flames,

Gather around, sing songs with names,

A piece of me means something’s easy,

Too much of me will make you queasy.

In your hands, at dawn’s kiss,

Fragrant and bold, to many pure bliss,

Gives the groggy a jolt,

And makes hearts bolt.

A home with no doors or halls,

Holding life within my walls,

Rounded start to life or day,

Break me and swim, fly, or walk away.

Clothed in layers, standing tall,

Rise in the summer, lie in the fall,

Shed my coats and you’ll find enclosed,

Lines and lines, golden rows.

Great lengths workers roam,

To bring this bounty to their comb,

A name for the one you love,

Perfect match for tea or toast.

Dark, white, or another tint,

I can hint at love's imprint,

Bitter, but can be made sweet,

From vile bean to tasty treat!

In a Greek tale, an eagle's feast,

When severed, regrow regeneratively,

If I fail, you turn yellow and decease,

Paired with onions as a delicacy.

Thrown at faces comically,

Simple things are easy as me,

Can be sweet or savory,

Pizza my most famous breed.

Green or purple,

Fermented or dried,

Hanging in clusters,

Gossip heard through my vines.

A stone rich in calcium,

A color and a fruit too,

Small but I can pack a punch,

Pushed into necks of brews.

I have no perfect rhyme,

Brought to sea for my C,

Color of the Dutch,

Don’t compare an apple to me.

Sticks are punishments, I am a prize,

Crunchy wand, great for your eyes,

Shade of sunset, but no light where I grow,

Bunny’s snack, seen in old shows.

Spilled when secrets are disclosed,

Protein pebbles from pods enclosed,

Soft beads may be green or black,

In a fable, grew a ladder for Jack.