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Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, and throw away the inside. What is it?
Many people confuse me with a vegetable, but I'm actually a fruit. I'm red when I'm ripe, and I'm sliced and served on burgers.
I'm a dish of ground meat formed into a loaf shape, mixed with egg and breadcrumbs, then baked or smoked
I am a food made from the pressed curds of milk. I come in American, swiss, sharp and many other flavors. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?