I got them from my wife, who heard them somewhere:
Don’t yuck my yum.
That’s it. Don’t yuck my yum.
You may not like the only barely undercooked beans in this chili, or the grilled asparagus, or the salad greens because even though you chew them into a tiny million pieces you still manage to gag yourself on them–
Sorry… where was I? Oh, yeah–don’t yuck my yum.
You may not like this food, but I do, and it’s probably good for you. You’re welcome to not like it, but I find it yummy, so… no “yuck” allowed, please.