What am I?
Go slow, I'm normal. Go fast, I disappear. With only a trail to prove I was even here. I have a pair of wings. But I don't need them to fly. For that I have my "feet". What am I?
Difficult
Pair me with baking, I turn from colored to white, I'm dirt cheap; in stores and restaurants I abound. When I use my alias I can make quite a noise, Or in music, a much more well-liked sound.
