Answer:
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
I'm a food made of flour, water, and yeast or another leavening agent, mixed together and baked. You need me to make a sandwich.
If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
What is eaten by man, served among many, grown by many, and white as snow?
I can only be played on a windy day