Answer:
What is eaten by man, served among many, grown by many, and white as snow?
High fat reward for making it through another solar cycle
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
You’ll find me in a soup, in a burger, in a pizza, I am green when raw and red when ripened and ready to become a condiment.
If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.