Answer:
What tastes better than it smells?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
What force and strength cannot get through I with my unique teeth can do.
I can be entertaining until you realize some pieces have been lost.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?