Answer:
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
If I drink, I die. If I eat, I am fine. What am I?
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.