Some people like mustard with turnips, but--now there was Baron Poniatowski -- Lord, but that man did know how to live!--true Russian you know, Russian to the back bone; I say to my wife, give me a Russian every time, for a table comrade.

The Baron used to say, 'Take mustard, Sellers, try the mustard,--a man can't know what turnips are in perfection without, mustard,' but I always said, 'No, Baron, I'm a plain man and I want my food plain--none of your embellishments for Beriah Sellers--no made dishes for me! And it's the best way--high living kills more than it cures in this world, you can rest assured of that .-- Yes indeed, Washington, I've got one little operation on hand that--take some more water--help yourself, won't you ?--help yourself, there's plenty of it.
-- You'll find it pretty good, I guess.

How does that fruit strike you ?" Washington said he did not know that he had ever tasted better.

He did not add that he detested turnips even when they were cooked loathed them in their natural state.

No, he kept this to himself, and praised the turnips to the peril of his soul.
"I thought you'd like them.