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Give it a toss, and it's ready, but not until it's dressed. What is it?
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.
I'm a dish of ground meat formed into a loaf shape, mixed with egg and breadcrumbs, then baked or smoked
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?