You use me to make most puddings, including a brown betty, but turn me around backwards, and you can pour us on spaghetti.

My first four are what to do to really make me stellar, Though many love me raw, if you can risk the salmonella. I'm versatile AF - find me in any size, shape and flavor, But the version with black circles is still the one most people favor.

This time of year I jingle With jolly old Kris Kringle And if you hear me sound An angel’s new wings are found

I clack when you laugh, I creak when you groan, I build up your castle from marrow and stone. Dogs beg for my cousins, x-rays make me known.

I tell stories, yet I do not speak. I bleed, yet I do not have blood. And in light, my shadows remain. What am i?