I am born in a field, but cooked in a pot, I'm best served warm, though sometimes not. I can be savory or sweetened with brown, I'm a hearty breakfast in many a town. What Am I?

Stake your life Bring your mightiest, Draw against a ruler Right under your nose? Don't inhale

Let's Spell! I can't read, but I'll try to help. Caps On. ONE: A beak? Chopsticks point South? TWO: A tent, or chopsticks bound for mouth? THREE: A bit ike an eight, with a snip in each hole. FOUR: A hammer! Or perhaps, a utility pole... Join them all up, it may seem absurd, They'll show you the grandest, most majestic of words!

Carpenters, skaters, kids at play, all strap me on before the fray. I’m not a weapon, yet I guard your knees from meeting the pavement too hard.

Deep in the earth, I awake to bring flowers. For a genius, I appear before them to bring them power. For a pocket monster, My name is in their own For what am I, when I could be found in your home?