Answer:
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
I hide but my head is outside.
Why was the cook arrested?