My husband cooks a lot. He enjoys it, and often if I'm unwell or just being lazy it's nice to have him do it.
I had NO idea how to cook when I moved in with him. I was raised on TV dinners and stuff from cans and packages, my mother rarely cooked, and when she did, she didn't do it well. My father did, but he often worked in the evenings (he was either taking classes or teaching them when I was young, as I got older, he got a full Professorship and got daytime classes.) When he left, she never cooked at all.
So, I got cookbooks out of the library, watched cooking shows on TV and basically taught myself how to cook. I was clueless about what to do. But, the library is a wonderful resource for things like learning to cook. It taught me! If I don't "know how" to do something, I'll do everything in my power to learn, if it's something worth doing. I think being able to feed yourself and others is a skill anybody can learn.
I'm pretty good at it, too.
I hadn't realized, before I moved in with my husband, how rewarding cooking a meal could be.
It's nice when we cook together and each do what we are best at doing. We do this a lot.