Answer:
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
What happens when you throw a green stone into the Red Sea?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
I am owned by Old McDonald.
A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer mild, some like me bold. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?