Answer:
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.