I am a prized vessel for a chef's tasty brew, But turn me backward, and a peak comes into view. Growing on a balcony or cooking on a flame, I am a regular in the kitchen; what is my name?

I run in a circle, but I’m not getting dizzy. I wear a saddle, and I’m fast, not frizzy. People cheer loudly when I pass by.

A wide view I present, Unfolding, a sweeping scene, World in one embrace.

In the garden, a green delight, a flavor from the old country, just right. A gentle leaf, with scents so sweet, for sauces and pastas, it's quite the treat.

I’m how a worm avoids a shoe, and toddlers show excitement too. I’m not quite dancing, not quite crawl, what movement am I, loved by all?