Kitchen: Stage 6

Childhood Silenced
no.	Solve	Word Riddles
1	A Chicken leg	I'm a rotating piece of a fully grown chick; once walking, now roasting, while pierced by a stick
2	Lemons	With sugar and water we're off found in use; we're grated for zest and squeezed for our juice
3	A Rolling pin	A batch of dough's thickness is what I combat; I'm the reason why gingerbread men are so flat
4	A Bag of flour	In creating a cake, I'm a powdery must; a package of wheat finely ground into dust
5	An Image of fire	Though the wall's not on me, I am upon the wall; were I real and spreading, red engines you'd call
6	A Lizard	I bear emeral scales which measure no weight; the chill of my blood's my most notable trait
7	Eggs	We're fried in the morning and painted in spring; though we're birds when matured, not a song do we sing
8	A Lightening bolt	I'm a flash in the sky and a cloud's mighty zap; my arrival's succeeded by a thunderous clap
9	A Frowning face	I'm quite close to the pickle fish smelling most foul.which is likely the reason I constantly scowl
10	An Umbrella	when the sky opens up, I shall too open wide; as the puddles appear, under me you may hide
11	A Head of lettuce	I don't see, speak or hear, though I'm know as a head; I'm often found below dressing or between meat and bread
12	A Spigot	When my handle is twisted, I open much wider allowing a fast but precise flow of cider
13	A Book on Baking	I'm what to review, If you need introduction, before you start bread, cake or cookie production
14	A Crossed spoon and fox	Whittled from wood, we'd go well with a plate,but hanging high, forever crossed,is our fate
15	An Eye	I'm closed in the night and I redden when tired; to see in 3D, two of me are required
16	A Bottle of poison	Like the venom of snakes, my effect is the same; if a drink brings on death, my inclusion's to blame
17	A Smiling face	I'm a counternance lableing preserves well contained; of the jar-marking muges, I'm the one who's least pained
18	Ears of Corn	In theaters, our popping's what everyone hears, but we hear it not; we're the wrong type of ears
19	Half of an Apple	I found in some trees by the dozens or more; the half of me shows a heart at my core
20	A Broken plate	By no helping of food should I ever be topped, for I'd fill it with shards now that I have been dropped