It is the destiny of mint to be crushed.

The turkey has a destiny which ends on San Martino's day.

Sweetly and subtly perfumed...so soft it is best eaten with a spoon, a tenderness more appealing to gourmets than to those who have to pick, ship, handle and store it in constant fear of ruinous spoilage.

The oat is the Horatio Alger of cereals, which progressed, if not from rags to riches, at least from weed to health food.

The hard-drinking newspaperman is, or used to be, a stock character of fiction. Now he is being phased out of literature just as he is being phased out of life.

In medieval times the habit arose of expressing a man's wealth, no longer in terms of the amount of land in his estate, but of the amount of pepper in his pantry. One way of saying that a man was poor was to say that he lacked pepper. The wealthy lacked pepper. The wealthy kept large stores of pepper in their houses, and let it be known that it was there: it was a guarantee of solvency.

The turnip is a capricious vegetable, which seems reluctant to show itself at its best.