Boil em mash em stick em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish!

I start with an E and end with an E, and we can contain thousands of letters.

I am not alive, yet I grow. I do not breathe, yet I need air. I do not have a mouth, yet I can kill. I am born small, but feared when I spread. What am I?

I have a buckle but no shoes. I wrap around and hug you from your middle Unlike you ex, I hold things tight and together

I come in many forms, though my purpose is the same. Some let you escape, some will end the game. Live ones grant mercy, another day spared. Quick-kill ones are kinder, when death is declared. Glue should be avoided, a measure of last resort, and a prowling house cat is nature’s own sort.