I think the general issue on cooking is similar to shopping, exercise, or "work" for some folks. Some have an interpretation of exercise = fun or pleasure. Some, like me, have a body that treats all exercise as the most dreadful idea ever, and even walking up a hill after years of walking up hills is an excuse for waves of fatigue. Endless little voices scream in misery with every step. You end up in a state of "how do I do this because I need to?" It's either lie down at the bottom of the hill because my body has immediately decided it wants to go to sleep with false exhaustion, or walk up the hill.

Eating can be close. Eat because my body makes complaints, otherwise would not even bother. Not even restaurants. More time, and food is often not very satisfying. The actual food made, whether its fresh, microwaved, ect.. does not matter, because my body has decided it no longer wants to enjoy food. I used to think the variation experimentation part was nice, until my body decided it was a mini game to eliminate that. I almost question the "Food you can make so you don't die."