"Fussy eater" is a euphemism for "big pain in the ass."
Like, I haven't even tried a cherry before, because I'm such a picky eater, and I behave like a 9-year-old.
I think there's a misconception that I eat everything. The one or two bites that you see me take, that's it.
The parrot holds its food for prim consumption as daintily as any debutante, [with] a predilection for pot roast, hashed-brown potatoes, duck skin, butter, hoisin sauce, sesame seed oil, bananas and human thumb.
I eat only white foods: eggs, sugar, grated bones, the fat of dead animals; veal, salt, coconut, chicken cooked in white water; fruit mold, rice, turnips; camphorated sausage, dough, cheese (white), cotton salad, and certain fish (skinless).
Amos sipped his coffee. "Sorry if that distubed you. Khufu's very picky. He only eats foods that end in -o. Doritos, burritos, flamingos." I blinked. "Did you say-" "Carter," Sadie warned. She looked a little queasy, like she'd already had this conversation. "Don't ask.
Each worm to his taste; some prefer to eat nettles.
If it was just the potatoes that were affected, at the end of the day you will pay the price if you're a fussy eater.
[A]s you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow.
I'm a bit of an M&M nut. I like the blue ones. I pick them out.
As a kid, I was always picky about food; if it didn't 'look right,' I wouldn't eat it.
Don't we all think picky eaters are a pain in the rear end? The good thing about the holidays is that it's a buffet-style thing, so you can pick what you want. It's about filling your belly, not theirs.
I'm much pickier about what I put in my body. I always read labels now, whereas before I didn't even think to.
Don't raise anything, except what fits your appetite. Then the price don't worry you. Just raise all you can eat and let the low prices go by.
I'm a really picky eater.
I am a picky eater. By that I mean, I love to pick the raisins out of oatmeal raisin cookies, the chips out of chocolate chip cookies, the white side off of black and white cookies, and the vanilla center out of Oreos.
Taste everything, but swallow only what fits.
Eating among the French certainly affected me. After a few years here, I gave up most of my selective food habits.
I was a very picky eater.
I'm very moody when it comes to food. Even before pregnancy I would just get very specific with things that I wanted.
Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.
That's the nice thing about being a vegetarian. You don't have to be neurotic. Selective omnivores have to be neurotic. Personally, I don't have time for all that; I don't want to get into it.
I definitely eat carbs. I repeat: I do eat carbs. I'm just selective on which carbs I eat and when. I won't eat things like pasta and bread at night, but in terms of fueling a workout and recovering from one, carbs are great.
Kids are without a doubt the most suspicious diners in the world. They will eat mud (raw or baked) rocks, paste, crayons, ball-point pens, moving goldfish, cigarette butts, and cat food. Try to coax a little beef stew into their mouths and they look at you like a puppy when you stand over him with the Sunday paper rolled up.
I'm the pickiest eater ever.
