Surprise! The fruit you picked up isn't actually fruit. It's me! I'm sweet and a little nutty. My name can be traced back to bread and a spring month, or fall. You'll see my cousins made with apricot or peach hearts. I tend to hang about more during the holidays and for celebrations, decorating and flavoring the cakes!

I’m changed more often than the thing inside me. What am I?

I grow without roots and age without breath. Birds borrow my shoulders; kings take the rest. I wear flags like moods and moats like smiles. I tell war stories through slits and towers. I crumble alone, or under siege; turn away, tuck tale.

Seen from afar, I guide you through the night. Change my first, and I'm a church minister. Lose one letter, and I pair well with eggs.

On the wall or on your phone Tells you to be somewhere or be at home The mayans had one that said In year two thousand and twelve we'd all be dead