Taste is idiosyncratic, so I don't love everything people recommend me, and I don't love everything my friends love.
"Fussy eater" is a euphemism for "big pain in the ass."
Americans are much easier to please than Canadians. The American taste is less critical. Canadians are more cultured, they are more aware of the arts than Americans.
I was once married to a woman who could eat anything and tell you what was in it: the most complicated recipes. Her memory of taste - now that's what I call memory!
I see myself as an arbiter of taste.
I'm a really picky eater.
People hate to go out to eat with me because they know I'm going to send it back. Like, I'm trying to order simple. But don't blame me if you bring out the wrong stuff.
If your choice enters into it, then taste is involved - bad taste, good taste, uninteresting taste. Taste is the enemy of art, A-R-T.
I can taste a meal and tell you every spice that's in there. I have taste buds like Betty Grable's legs - they should be insured with Lloyd's of London.
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.
Gourmandism is an act of judgment, by which we prefer things which have a pleasant taste to those which lack this quality.
Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.
Don't let anyone tell you what you ought to like... Some wines that some experts think are absolutely exquisite don't appeal to me at all.
My cats are really sassy and sophisticated, but most importantly, they are picky.
Ultimately, taste is so niche and so personal.
I openly admit it: I am a diva with my food.
My stuff isn't for everyone.
