She likes carrots, but she doesn't like peas.
She likes beef, but she doesn't like pork.
She likes eggs, but she doesn't like toast.
She likes cookies, but she doesn't like cake.
She likes butter, but she doesn't like bread.
She likes spaghetti, but she doesn't like sauce.
She likes vanilla, but she doesn't like chocolate.
She likes pepper, but she doesn't like salt.
She likes cooking, but she doesn't like baking.
She likes dresses, but she doesn't like pants.
She likes earrings, but she doesn't like bracelets.
She likes floors, but she doesn't like ceilings.
She likes doors, but she doesn't like windows.
She likes walls, but she doesn't like fences.
She likes streets, but she doesn't like roads.
She likes trees, but she doesn't like bushes.
She likes woods, but she doesn't like forests.
She likes green, but she doesn't like red.
She likes feet, but she doesn't like hands.

It gets weirder:

She likes skiing, but she doesn't like snow.
She likes swimming, but she doesn't like water.
She likes sleeping, but she doesn't like beds.
She likes speed, but she doesn't like racing.
She likes food, but she doesn't like eating.
She likes beer, but she doesn't like drinking.
She likes books, but she doesn't like reading.
She likes jazz, but she doesn't like listening.
She likes zoos, but she doesn't like animals.
She likes galleries, but she doesn't like paintings.
She likes good, but she doesn't like evil.
She likes Hell, but she doesn't like Heaven.
She likes matter, but she doesn't like energy.