Answer:
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
You seek me out when your hunger's ripe. I sit on four legs and smoke a pipe.
I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iβm white and empty. What am I?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light. Grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. What am I?
This crisp stick-shaped roll is often enjoyed with soup or marinara sauce.