dragn, Himself loves and eats canned kippers. I make him take those stinky things outside to eat, and to toss the can in the outside trash.
But I don't make him wash the tin out, and the fork goes in the dishwasher. Good enough for me.
Our tastes have evolved over 4+ decades, so the list keeps getting shorter. Since I am THE cook in the house (Himself heats leftovers if I make them...), I've mostly cooked to my preferences. When we got married I didn't like anything with heat, didn't like Mexican food, wasn't into anything more than basic cooking. However, an older, single, food-wise work acquaintance would take me out to dinner when Himself would travel. The first time we went out, I had Dover Sole with sauteed green grapes and almond slices. Made a similar dinner for us at home shortly after. Himself deemed it "too fancy". Now he thinks that cooked grapes with fish or chicken are great!
I've also learned to like Mexican food or spicy meals enough to cook them more than once a year. Ten years ago, barbacoa would have been verboten for my tongue.
Himself is easy to feed, mostly. My Mom had a rather
: colorful expression about skunks and tasty food. ~ I, on the other hand, still have issues with some food. I've tried sushi/sashimi - don't like it. Same with calamari. Still can't do raw onions. Himself gets some of those things when we go out, I'll still cut raw onions for him when it goes well with the dinner, so I guess neither of us suffer...OR go hungry!