Answer:
I am a delicious way of representing data.
I'm white and I'm used for cutting and grinding. When I'm damaged people usually remove me. What am I?
A spirited jig I dance bright, banishing all but darkest night. Air can't kill me but water can. Share me, I won't get less unless wind ruins me. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I have thirteen hearts but no body or soul. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.