I have a handle, a head, and a bite, But knowledge and judgment are not in my might. Though useful I am, I'm devoid of all thought, By human hand guided, my purpose is wrought. What am I?

First six are used to pan fry Last three get in the sky Together, flutterby Too easy a hint? Aye.

A way to get from here to there where others are trying to go from left to right. The way kids sometimes deliver bad news. A classic progressive rock song.

I have many layers, many as a Russian doll I can make you cry, I'm round as a ball I love the spring, I can go around your fingers and be really crispy, If powdery, I season If your meat tastes well, I am the reason

I’m sharp without pain, Taken, not stolen, I swear! I turn one into many, Fairness served on a plate. Count me in pizza, cake or fate!