I think I've almost killed myself 1,000 times eating some sandwich as fast as I possibly could and almost choking. It's a miracle that I'm still alive.
One time, I was so hungry, I ate the beans in a bean bag chair.
I have a tendency when I feel myself getting stuck, my impulse is to go to my cupboard and find chips to eat.
Till I get bored, I can eat. Suddenly one day, I will decide, 'Okay, today I will eat.' Then, I dance.
For a thorough use of ice cream cones, buy two; eat one and drop the other.
My idea of a meal, if I was hungry, was to open a bag of potato chips.
There've been times when I've bought a whole pound of cheese and walked down the street and eaten it in one go.
I talk too much. I eat too much.
I feel like so often I'm just, like, running around and eating in the car, which is, like, not good, or eating as I'm walking down the street.
I binge when I'm happy. When everything is going really well, every day is like I'm at a birthday party.
I eat way too fast.
Marshmallows are kind of weird. I'm not a huge fan. I mean, they're fun when they get molten and melty at the end of a stick, but I always burn my mouth because I'm not all that smart or patient.
I eat whatever I want whenever.
I want you to take a sleeve of Thin Mints and line them up on the edge of the kitchen counter and when I'm hungry I can just bend over and sweep a cookie into my mouth like I'm scoring a goal in hockey.
If I like a food, I'll eat it, even if I know it's not good for me.
Holiday eating is a study in paradox. You're surrounded by food, but you're so busy shopping and cooking that you don't have time to eat. Then, when your blood sugar dips to the point of derangement, you make a desperate lunge for the closest foodstuff - and the next thing you know, you've eaten an entire box of regifted peppermint bark.
There is more simplicity in the man who eats caviar on impulse than in the man who eats Grape-Nuts on principle.
I grew up eating anything at any time and going straight on court. So I'm not really that picky.
Gourmandise is an impassioned, rational, and habitual preference for all objects which flatter the sense of taste.
