Raw carrot sticks. Mom used to put one on our plates every night. Then my sister and I decided we would hide them under the rims of our plate, and we would take turns volunteering to clear the table for mom (so she wouldn't find them under our plates)..eventually she saw them in the garbage and we were busted. I still hate raw carrots, but love them cooked softer.
Also ice cream. There was an ice cream parlor near our house and I used to go there and spend the money mom gave me for girl scout dues. Finally she said she wouldn't keep giving me more dues money, so I had to quit girl scouts.