Opposite. I love pickles. Fresh cucumbers I’ll happily let my wife steal off my salads. She’s with you - she makes cucumber water but can’t even eat a hamburger that had pickles taken off.
For me, raisins aren’t even food. Grapes? Good. Wine? Great. Dried corpse of vine fruit? Nauseating chocolate impostor masquerading as something edible.
Exactly the opposite. Love cooked, very much dislike the texture of fresh (and I have no problem with canned spinach or really any canned vegetable - not the best, but edible).
Almost everything else people have listed here I’m fine with except sashimi. Despite a dozen+ attempts over multiple decades I’ve never been able to develop a taste for it. The very best I can do is choke it down rather unhappily. And it’s not a family thing/upbringing - all the rest of my kin are big fans.
I grew up with a mother who apparently thought “flavor” of any kind was maybe carcinogenic. Or poisonous in some way. Everything was boiled. Including meat. But especially spinach.
Just don’t. Don’t even steam it, that’s just a half-step from boiling it.
Put a bit of olive oil and some crushed garlic in a skillet. Throw the spinach in. Toss it around, get the oil all over.