Smoked or pickled fish (other than lox). Herring salad. Trout roe toast. Sweetbreads, hearts and brains.
Milk.
I don’t mind giving a taste of a cocktail, a sample of my meal, a bite of my desert. But I just can’t share my milk. Not because I am selfish with milk… It just skeeves me when someone puts their lips on my milk, for some reason.
I take it you don’t have a baby… 
God No! Why would I do that!? 
< that’s a space invader, btw… Heh.
Sardines, Smoked fish and pickled Herring.
And Mallomars. Nobody touches my Mallomars.
I make Indian pudding every year at Thanksgiving, and yet no one else really cares for it, so I eat it all myself. If they want a different dessert, I tell them to bring what they want.
Steamed crab (or really any crab) – if you want some, you tell me beforehand and I buy your portion too. Otherwise, you don’t get any crab.
Coffee. Everyone I live with hates it.
Smoked fish of any kind. Sardines. Kippers.
