Answer:
High fat reward for making it through another solar cycle
What starts out in a field and then crashed on a stone. It becomes much more when to the fire it's thrown?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
I'm a soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, shortening, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated.
If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?