Answer:
I am sometimes referred to as chips
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead, never complain, no matter where I am led.
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
I move without wings between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.