I truly don't remember any foods that I ever got in trouble for snitching. I do remember getting in trouble for climbing on the bathroom sink and getting the cod liver oil and some kind of chocolate syrup medicine and chuglugging them. The smell of the cod liver oil always gave me away. To this day I like fishy fish.

Unrelated perhaps, but... My Mom had a party for some occasion and had tables and chairs set up on the patio. I was seated with other young people and had collected portions from the buffet. I had picked up a small pickle to see how it tasted, but with the abundance of other fun food, had left it untouched. It didn't smell too good and I thought I'd see how the Derfy, a Maltese, liked it. The others watched as I lowered it to his level, and he eagerly went for it. But upon tasting it, dropped it on the ground. So much for that I thought. I picked it up and put it back on the edge of my plate. A few minutes later, my Mom came by and noticed the lone pickle. Before I could say anything, she took it off my plate and popped it in her mouth. None of us said a word...!!!

Cookies, but only rarely. My father was a monster and "stealing" was dealt with harshly. Not worth the risk.

This doesn't match your post 'cause it's not snitching. But my mother sold Russell Stover chocolate in her store and their policy was to take candy off the shelf at the pull date, slash the cover and give it to the store.

At home we always had two refrigerators growing up -- one for food, the other for chocolate. To this day, neither myself nor any of my brothers care for chocolate very much. Ha, ha.

Potato chips and Lucky charms.

My mom was the regional distributor for Campfire Mints, so our whole basement and house smelled like those tasty chocolate mints, decades ago. We would also buy several boxes and kept them in the basement freezer, especially the year my big sister got married, as she wanted campfire mints to be part of the reception goodies on the cake table... But it was so easy to snitch just one mint out of a box in the basement freezer, every few days from January to August... and we had 5 kids in the house doing this. So, sadly, a dozen boxes got whittled down to just a few mints left in otherwise empty boxes, so there weren't nearly as many mints my sister was expecting on the table. Oh well, at least there was cake! Too much of a temptation to snitch a frozen mint as a reward for doing a chore in the basement. Still love Campfire Mints... my daughter brought me some as a gift this year when she visited, since we don't have them where I live. I still just have one every few days... still have one box left fully intact. They are my treat just every once in a while.

There was never an imposed cap on food including baked goods so above all sweets, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies had a very short life span.

I have always loved chocolate, and with three older brothers and two younger sisters, anything sweet in our house didn't last long. Mom had some good hiding places, but the brothers were sneaky. Now I rarely have chocolate in my house because I have no portion control when it comes to chocolate.

My buddy and I used to traverse the countryside during the summer and "live off the land." Each of us carried only a salt shaker and a pocket knife. We ate apples from several orchards. We swiped tomatoes, peaches, and cherries when they were ripe. We used apples to feed cows. He would feed apples to a cow while I took a drink of warm milk direct from the cow. Then we changed places. Yeah, we were sort kinda like criminals, but I doubt we ever took enough for the farmer to notice.

I snitched on the fried chicken, it was always trying shit and then blaming it on the meat loaf. Well I was not putting up with that, no sirree.

I would sneak cookies from the cookie jar. Never got caught, but always blamed.

Raw dough

Nothing....we weren't inhibited at all. My brother would eat cookies a dozen at a time during his growing years.

Tasty