Answer:
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
What tastes better than it smells?
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
I am useless when together but useful when I am broken apart. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.