Onions would be hate. When I bite into one after telling the waitress no onions I really hate the cook. When I am forced to chop them they make me cry. They smell up my house and my hands, which I hate too.
Apples would be lust. I know there is nothing as satisfying as a juicy crisp apple any time of day. Adding chocolate, carmel, or whip cream is just a bonus to an incredibly delicacy.