I was good, but not great, and while I practiced, I never quite put in the sheer number of practice hours it would have taken to truly excel.
I have tasted their chili many times over the years, and to this day I cannot quite put my finger on all of the ingredients in that glowing-orange goo which coats my mouth, stains my shirt, and keeps me up for hours.
And recently, I was quite put off by "The Protocols of the Elders of Zion".
"Whilst the FA is to be lauded for its campaign to clean up Fifa, there's something I cant quite put my finger on.
His work is good in a way that I cannot quite put my finger on.
I cannot quite put my finger on its shape, but maybe that's the point: the colorful blob looks something like a stomach, or a lung, maybe.
It's something I can't quite put my finger on, but I think I've got a clue.
When I was younger, I couldn't quite put my finger on it: Was it the familiarity, the well-worn grooves it has worn into our tongues over church potlucks, family dinners, backyard barbecues, and hiking picnics?
This is usually to find a word I can't quite put my finger on (I recently said in front of an audience of 250 that I had the memory of a grapefruit, which my husband amended later to 'half a grapefruit'), but which I know exists.
For reasons I can't quite put my finger on, I've found this year's series of MasterChef almost unbearably annoying.
