E.D.
Sushi.
If someone ate all the sushi without sharing, I'd be pissed. Not whopping pissed, not wake-you-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-pissed (I think someone would have to attack my mother to get me going like that), but certainly it would warrant a hands on the hips, good Russian guilt trip.
Stinky cheese is a valuable commodity around these parts. Oh, as is Italian dry salami, or prosciutto and melon so long as we're on topic, though we haven't done that in a LONG while.
I'm hugely addicted to my coffee, but I'm the only one in the house who drinks the stuff, so no concern there. When I run out of coffee and find an empty jar in the morning (SOB!!) I have only myself to blame. And maybe that's when I get whopping mad (imagine me whipping myself in the kitchen, I! Forgot! To! Buy! Coffee! Pain, suffering, DESPAIR!!)
I've gnawed off my husband's ear over him not leaving me creamer for the next day - at least a few hundred times.
Reeds Ginger brew - but that's more my husband's thing.
Those little salty packs of dried seaweed.
And when I was pregnant, raw tofu and chocolate cake (weird, I know) were my fightin' foods.