You throw away the outside. Then cook the inside. Only to eat the outside, And then throw away the inside.

If you knew the story behind my name, you’d be wary about using my brand. If the product stuck to the story, I’d secretly let the enemy in and option B is what you would have to plan.

Two words to name a pair of shoes. The first is an action you do to a pancake or egg. The second is how you jump into a pool with outstretched arms and legs.

I'm tall when I'm young, and short when I'm old, I shine a light, but I’m not bold. I melt away with steady grace, And leave behind a softened trace. What am I?

I start my journey with a little glow, Then change my face to let you know. I never speak, but I can be seen, Changing colors from red to green. I guide the way, yet don’t move at all, I help you stop, or let you go.