Beneath the earth I grow, a humble brown knight. Though my visage is plain, I transform into golden delights or a comforting mash. From famine's grip, I once saved a nation.

Though she may be the lone stand on the beach Her stock is always at an arms reach If she ever needs some more She may always check the seashore

I’m reddish-brown but not a leaf, I’m found in wires and coins beneath. I conduct well, but I’m not alive, What am I that helps circuits thrive?

I’m carved in an arrow to guide a clean release, or named where mountains briefly cease.

A thingamabob, a doohickey, or even a chocolate bar. Start with a question followed by half of a Latin dance. Next is a raincoat, then how many US Presidents have been men. Finish with the possessive of a singular pronoun.