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My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
What tastes better than it smells?
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?