I carry a brown river to the table, but I never leave dry land. What am I?

I look like a horn overflowing with fruit and vegetables. What am I?

I am a little house that nobody lives in. My walls are cookies and my roof is held on with icing. What am I?

I am a plant that hangs above a doorway, and tradition says people may share a kiss beneath me. What am I?

A snowstorm lives inside me, but you can hold me in one hand and make the storm stop. What am I?

I start out as lumpy spuds, but after a good mashing I am smooth and fluffy, and I wear a waterfall of gravy. What am I?

I wear a green coat and silky hair, and my golden teeth are good to eat. What am I?

I am bright red and tart, and when I come out of the can I still wobble in the shape of it. What am I?

I sit at the table with your name on me, but I am not a plate and I am not a person. What am I?