My husband is the type who wants to eat whatever I'm eating. I swear, if I was eating a bowl of crap, he'd want some. For instance, one of his favorite ice creams is cherry vanilla. I hate cherry vanilla, but before I low carbed when I bought my favorite diet ice cream, I would buy his cherry vanilla, too. He would buzz through my Edy's Grand Light French Silk and then when it was gone, he would eat his cherry vanilla. I have decided that the next time I make deviled eggs, I will put saran wrap over them and then scrunch up a piece of tin foil to make it look old and yucky. Then I'll put the tin foil over the saran wrap stategically placing a wilted brown lettuce leaf just under the foil and I'll put it in the crisper. Believe me, 5 years could go by and he won't touch it! I would try talking to him about his sabotage, but he'll deny that he does it as he's sitting there eating my whatever.