Answer:
Something we eat, and misspell as meet.
I'm a small ring shaped fried cake, often with bavarian cream or fruit filling, and sometimes covered in icing and sprinkles.
The day is their night and the night is their day, when I shout and they shout back I run away.
Possibly the word most commonly said before taking a sip
I am million people's wakeup call. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?