Fruit
What fruit has its seeds on the outside?
the strawberry
The "seeds" on a strawberry are, actually, the fruits themselves, not the seeds.
I grow underground, but I'm not a worm. Peel my skin, and I can make you squirm.
What am I?
onion
I'm a fried doughy treat, often topped with jam and sour cream, and my name means "little grandfather".
What am I?
Papanasi
(Romanian doughnuts)
I'm hot or cold, a morning must,
With many powers, I spark your trust.
Dark or light, in mugs I dwell,
What am I? You know me well.
coffee
I'm a bag that flies with you,
With clothes and gadgets packed anew.
Under seat or overhead,
I'm where your essentials are led.
What am I?
carry-on luggage
What kind of fruit is never welcomed to picnics?
The durian, since its pungent fragrance keep people at bay.
I'm green and long and I cool your dip, cut me for a snack, I work a treat.
What am I?
cucumber
Skinless sausages, grilled and seasoned, served with mustard and bread.
What are we?
Mici (or Mititei)
I stand tall with rounded grace,
A sturdy grip, a wide-mouthed face.
I never speak, yet toast the cheer,
Most come to me when seeking beer.
Not too big, not quite small,
Guess my name, I serve them all.
pint glass
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
footsteps
I wear a red coat and a stone in my throat.
What am I?
a cherry
I'm red or white, with a peppery bite.
Crisp in salad, I'm a delight.
What am I?
radish
Golden sun upon my plate,
I'm humble, round, yet hold great weight.
With cheese or sour cream on top,
I'm soft and warm and never stop.
No fork? No knife? Just tear and dip.
What dish am I on every trip?
Mamaliga
(cornmeal porridge/polenta)
I'm a musical instrument and also a glass, they use me to serve champagne.
What am I?
a flute
I'm not a window seat nor a middle seat.
What am I?
an aisle seat
My seeds are tiny, my skin is green, my taste is sweet and makes you think.
I'm grown in summer, loved worldwide, in melons and salads, I often reside.
What am I?
watermelon
I'm lazy and still, chilling with no thrill.
I'd rather binge-watch than climb a hill.
What am I?
a couch potato
I'm a hearty Romanian stew, often made with pork, potatoes, and spices.
What am I?
Tochitura
I might be smooth, I might be bold,
In crystal glass, I'm often cold.
A whiskey's friend, a cocktail's flair,
With jagged cubes or icy stare.
I calm the burn, I chill the shock,
Just ask for me, I'm "on the ___"
rocks
How does the Easter bunny achieve such high speeds?
He has a private HARE plane!
Which fruit would make a dreadful comedian?
The banana, as it consistently makes mistakes when telling jokes.
I skip dairy and meat, just plants on my plate.
For ethics and kindness, I advocate.
Who am I?
Vegan
I simmer low in a pot so wide,
Where many leaves and secrets hide,
With minced meat tucked nice and low,
I'm winter's warmth and grandma's soul.
Though foreign roots may shape my name,
In every village, I'm fair game.
What am I?
Sarmale
(Stuffed cabbage rolls)
From grain and fruit, I start my race,
Transformed with skill and stored with grace.
I'm branded, priced, and pushed to sell,
In contracts, deals, I often dwell.
My profit flows from bars and and stores,
While thirsty crowds come back for more.
Though liquid, I'm a valued good,
What am I in commerce' hood?
Alcoholic beverage industry
Though I'm not a clock, I tell you when,
Your body's lost its day again.
Sleepy eyes and yawns are signs,
As time and place misalign.
What am I?
Jet lag