Answer:
What has two spines and a lot of ribs, and carries much but never moves?
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.