I USED to REALLY enjoy it. It was like a hobby, and ART all at the same time. I used to do catering in a minor way. H'ors d'oeurves. Platters. Fruit presentations. I should have taken pictures, because my stuff was amazing in appearance. My friends used to tease me and call me Martha Stewart.
BUT it was expensive, and I wasn't always properly reimbursed.
When I stopped doing the catering and just started cooking for myself, I realized that I didn't need to "perform", because I didn't need to impress myself. So...I got lazy.
I used to enjoy it, but it's more and more of a hassle these days. Our son is back living with us, which is great for helping care for my wife, BUT he's picky as hell eating. And as my wife's dementia progresses she seems to decide she doesn't like things she used to love. Example: I never had sauerkraut until she introduced me to it with hot dogs. She used to love it, now she refuses to eat it. Used to love baked beans, now she won't eat them. Often I just can't work up any excitement about cooking these days.
Yes, I enjoy cooking. I find it interesting, and the results are always enjoyed. Tonight I've made Kedgeree. Used to make ir, but slipped out of the habit and I've really enjoyed the cooking - and the results.
I used to enjoy cooking a lot when I had my family to eat with me, but it's just me now, and a lot of times I just figure, what's the point? I'll usually just microwave something quick and fast for myself.