Answer:
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.