Answer:
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer?
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?