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Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
This is a baked snack that is traditionally twisted into a unique knot-like shape.
I am a food made from the pressed curds of milk. I come in American, swiss, sharp and many other flavors. What am I?
What food goes on and on without a beginning, middle, or an end?
When do you start when itβs red but stop when itβs green?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?