Riddles for 7 Year Olds — Page 11

• Spoon me into a bowl with granola and berries.
• I come in cups with swirls of fruit flavor.
• I’m full of probiotics to help your tummy.

Hint: I can be Greek or frozen.

From spuds they’re sliced and fried so light, In a crinkly bag, a crunchy bite. Salt and vinegar or barbecue, Once you start, you can’t be through.

Hint: crisps

Spiced and dried, I’m a deli treat, Sliced paper-thin for a snack so neat. With crackers and cheese, a perfect bite, An Italian flavor that’s out of sight.

Hint: cured meat

Fizzy and bubbly, in a can or bottle, Open me up, I will throttle. Cola, lemon-lime, or root beer, Also a word for your dear father, hear?

Hint: Think of soda pop.

Creamy and yellow, in a tub or block, Spread on bread with a gentle knock. Made from cream, a cooking fat, Melt it, fry it, imagine that!

Hint: It’s on your toast.

Round and baked, with a crust so flaky, Fill with fruit or custard, don’t be shaky. Slice me in wedges, equal parts, A treat for math class, straight from the heart.

Hint: 3.14…

I have blades that turn at a dizzy pace. I sit in the window or on a base. I hum a soft tune as I blow, Making the heat feel not so high.

Hint: Plug me in and I’ll do the rest.

Ground meat mixed with spices and crumbs, Baked in a pan, shape like a loaf that sums. Slice me up with ketchup on top, Comfort dinner that won’t flop.

Hint: Not sweet, but savory loaf.

Paul works in a shop full of cuts, With height and shoe size, no ifs or buts. But what he weighs is not in pounds, It’s his daily duty, what surrounds.

Hint: He passes pounds of something else.

Creamy and cold, with flavors so grand, I’m thick and sipped with a straw in hand. You can add fruit or cookies, oh my! Blend me up, I’m a sweet goodbye.

Hint: Think of a dairy dessert drink.

• I’m thinner than spaghetti and often in soups.
• My name means ‘little worms’ in Italian.
• I’m great with seafood or as a nest.

Hint: I’m not angel hair, but similar.

Oink oink, I roll in mud, Sausage, ham, and bacon flood. Curly tail and snout so pink, In a barnyard, I’m the link.

Hint: It’s a swine.

I describe a tiny size. Add ‘er’ and I shrink even more. A word that turns against itself.

Hint: It’s a word you use to say something isn’t big.

• I come in shapes with a pocket of jam or cheese.
• Enjoy me with a glass of milk in the morning.
• I’m sweet, buttery, and often glazed.

Hint: I’m not a donut, but I’m a bakery favorite.

• I’m not alive, but I come from a mother,
• I hang until part of me is another.
• In a cool dark room, I rest and grow old,
• Then they slice me for my moldy gold.

Hint: I am often paired with crackers.

A yellow cob, so straight and true, Peelin’ back the husk, a job for you. Nibble row by row around, Then chuck the cob without a sound.

Hint: Summer BBQ classic.

I grow in the dark, a funky treat, Sauteed in butter, I’m savory meat. Cap and stem, a forest fella, In your soup or on your pizza, I’m quite the fella.

Hint: Fungi are fun!

On a stick I stand, golden brown, Dipped in batter, a carnival crown. I’m a hot dog with a cornbread coat, Bite through the crunch, a savory note.

Hint: You might eat me at a fair.

Cluck cluck, I walk in a coop, Roasted or fried, I’m a dinner troupe. Wings or drumsticks, legs or breast, With barbecue sauce, I’m at my best.

Hint: Think of a bird that doesn’t fly far.

• I sit in a bun, a frank on the grill,
• I’m named like a pet, but I’m a meal still.
• No furry tail, no wagging so sweet,
• Just mustard and ketchup for a tasty treat.

Hint: You can buy me at a ballpark.