What am I?
You can slice and dice me, peel and chop me, cut me, cook me and I might make you cry. What am I?
What am I?
I can be white or dark, I am sweet and sometimes bitter and you see me on a cupcake or in a cookie. What am I?
What am I?
You can always see me, yet never touch me. You can move towards me and I will always stay away at the same distance. You can run away from me, yet I will follow you still at the same distance. What am I?
What am I?
I have hands, yet I cannot shake your hand, cannot give you five and have no fingers. What am I?
What am I?
I have no doors but I have keys, I have no rooms but I do have a space, you can enter but you can never leave. What am I?
What am I?
I can be hot or cold, I can be made with fruit, vegetable or meat but either way you see it, on a Thanksgiving table I will be a treat. What am I?
