When my mother decided to give up eating and drinking last November, the doctor who came then recommended steak-and-kidney pudding and chips. At least it gave her a good laugh!
Really it was a case of trying every sort of food we could think of, to get any nourishment at all into her.
She could usually be persuaded to have bread-and-milk, soup with grated cheese, ice cream, little bits of apple or pear chopped small.
She used to lean over the front gate eagerly waiting for "my dinner lady", the meals-on-wheels driver, but it was the person she wanted, not the food.
Up to the 20th April nurses brought nutri-drinks, she was supposed to have two a day. I'm sure she drank them mainly because it was the nurses who brought them. If only they'd gone on bringing them a bit longer.
She liked to see food arriving, wanted the milkman to go on bringing 6 eggs a week when she no longer had any idea what to do with them, so they were piling up in the fridge. She wasn't very interested in what I was ordering when I ordered groceries on the Net, but liked to be left alone on the day they were going to be delivered, so she could open the door to the driver and unpack the things and put them away "all by myself".