I'm a lot like a pancake, except I'm a little crisper, and I'm square, with square patterns all over.
A box without hinges, key, or lid yet golden treasure inside is hid. What is it?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
This food is made of grated potatoes smashed together and fried in the form of a tot.
What food has no beginning, end, or middle?
Big as a saucepan, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it