Answer:
I am a shiny metal sheet that covers BBQ food.
I am owned by every man though my length differs. Their wives uses me after getting married.
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I am a delicious way of representing data.
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.