Carnival Food Riddles for Sweet Tooth Sleuths

I twirl like a cloud that melts on your tongue. Pink or blue, I’m loved by the young. What am I?

I’m golden and crispy with powdered snow. Take a bite and powdered sugar will blow. What am I?

I pop with excitement inside my tin. Shake me with butter to start the grin. What am I?

I’m spiral-cut taters stacked on a stick. Dip me in seasoning for a savory kick. What am I?

I’m sweet corn dough around a dog. Dip me in mustard, beat the fog. What am I?

I’m lemonade ice spun in a cup. Sip me with a straw till the sun goes up. What am I?

I’m a caramel river hugging an apple. Crunch through my shell for a fall-fair snapple. What am I?

I’m fried dough bites sprinkled with spice. Toss me in cinnamon sugar twice. What am I?

I’m salty on the surface, soft in the middle. Twist me in knots and solve this riddle. What am I?

I’m a savory pie stuffed to the brim. Take me to-go when daylight grows dim. What am I?

I’m a skewer of meat kissed by flame. Grab me with napkins and say my name. What am I?

I’m a cup of shaved ice, syrupy bright. Mix all the colors for a rainbow delight. What am I?

I’m a deep-fried surprise of creamy delight. Bite through my batter to find cheese white. What am I?

I’m a sizzling sausage in peppery rings. Load me on a bun while the calliope sings. What am I?

I’m fairground breakfast with cinnamon flair. Fold me in half and eat me anywhere. What am I?