My late gran had a sassy sense of humour. She was a good cook but sometimes if you gave the hint that you didn’t like something she’d made or couldn’t finish it, she’d say, with a wry smile and a twinkle in her eye, “Oh, just choke it down!”
Which then spurned on loads of laughter and you couldn’t help but just choke it down.

I always remember her kitchen in her spooky old house with much love, and her very British-inspired humour. I don’t necessarily remember exact dishes she made, other than roast beef & yorkshire pud, but her humour around food, and her favorite daily nip of sherry, are what I remember most!