I get baked, but I don’t get high. I wear a jacket, but I’m not a guy. I get smashed, but I do not drink. I am white or orange, but never pink. What am I?

I can be of great use to bakers, or those in the DJ scene

I’m a common starter for some complex and cool machines. I come in many colors and sizes, but only one shape. If you’ve lost a bunch of me, you may be crazy.

I’m bright and sour, I make your face scrunch tight. When life hands me to you, you’ve got to make do just right. I can flavor your drink or ruin your bite, but if you add me to a dish, I’ll zing it just right.

I can be drawn without ink, I can be shed without fur. Built by bone, or from birth you've known. We've bonds of iron so keep me close to your heart, for death might loom, should we part.