I spin your food like a carnival ride, edges lava hot, center cold as ice. You stand there watching, eyes open wide, as if your stare could help me heat what’s inside.

First four: respite, time in repose, Four more: place to be, space enclosed Stalls for a while, where everyone goes

Betelgeuse to Orion, is what I am to you. Covered in hair, Or shaved fully bare Leave this riddle open answered I won't do!

This is one, can’t you see? It not easy to write this way, how many more can there be? Each line a clue, but do you notice the big picture? Have you got it yet? I can’t think of anymore, I hope by now it’s hit ya.

In every kitchen, I am found I'll turn your cheese into a mound Of finely shredded tasty bits Just keep an eye out on your mits