I was raised in a large LDS family in the heart of the Jello Belt. I will not eat Jello of any kind except the very specific exception of alcohol-laden jello shots. Jello with anything solid in it makes me sick just looking at it.
I was mostly responsible for the Thanksgiving meal in my family starting when I was about 14. One year, I decided to make a green bean casserole from scratch since I also hate anything made with canned Cream of Something soup. Fresh, steamed green beans with a scratch mushroom white sauce and freshly fried onions with panko for extra crunch. I loved it, but the rest of the family loudly complained that I'd "ruined" the casserole.
I also love sweet potatoes, but not if they come from a can and not covered in marshmallows. I make Kentucky Bourbon Sweet Potatoes every year instead. Fresh sweet potatoes roasted in butter, brown sugar, pecans, and bourbon. It's heaven. Whenever my mom comes to our house for the holiday, I have to make another dish of candied yams with marshmallows for her, because she won't touch my recipe even though she no longer has any moral objection to alcohol and there's no alcohol left after the long bake anyway.
Cranberries are my kryptonite. Jellied, whole berry, homemade, raw straight out of the bag, I don't care, I'll eat them all in large quantities. If canned sauce is what's available I'll easily eat half a can by myself with a single meal. By January when all the holiday cooking is done, I'll have at least two dozen bags of cranberries in the freezer to get me through to next year when they're cheap and easy to find again.