A treasure found in salads and martinis alike, Green or black, it brings flavor to every bite. The original peace symbol, I'm a star not so hammily, Come to my Garden - when you're here, you're family.

Wait for me to pop, Just make sure I'm not too hot And keep metal away or you'll regret it this day.

I’m where boats take a break, and ropes get tied in place. I’m not a door, but you’ll hear pull in when you see my wooden face. What am I?

Steel veins stretching across vast lands, guiding iron beasts to distant towns, where whistles echo in the morning mist.

I can be Dutch or French, among others. Wheel or wedge, or grated for all that matters. I can have mold but don't throw me away. Not all mold is bad per se.