Answer:
What tastes better than it smells?
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.