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This type of tempting cuisine is independent of utensils and usually tastes better than it sounds.
It's a symbol and a fruit, For man's folly, evil's root. But also for great inspiration, and famous application.
You’ll find me in a soup, in a burger, in a pizza, I am green when raw and red when ripened and ready to become a condiment.
I'm a food made of flour, water, and yeast or another leavening agent, mixed together and baked. You need me to make a sandwich.
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.