Answer:
I am the same written forward backward and upside down.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
If lightning strikes an orchestra, who is most likely to get hit?
Turns me on my backs and open up my stomach. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
I am always coming but I never arrive. What am I?
What is lighter than what it is made of?