Answer:
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.