The Riddle
I am often cracked, yet never spill; I come in dozens, but you cook me one at a time. What am I?
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Riddle
i-am-the-only-food-that-you-throw-away-the-outside-cook
i-can-be-mashed-whipped-or-fried-when-i-was-chipped-you
i-start-with-a-peel-but-never-with-a-feel-i-can-be
im-a-sphere-with-a-shell-in-pairs-i-dwell-once-cracked
what-has-a-heart-that-never-beats-and-is-green-on-the