This has been a fun thread - it's really interesting reading everyone's thoughts about and experiences with cooking.
Me, I grew up in a household where Mom did almost all the cooking (Dad would make reasonably authentic pizza - not the Domino's kind - from scratch every Saturday night, which was pretty far "out there" in our rural Indiana community). I'd say in retrospect that she didn't have fun with it all the time: there were certain dishes she knocked out of the park, and others were a bit more mundane. I wouldn't say it was especially her thing.
Ever since I could remember, I loved smelling all the spices in the spice rack - not that many of them ever got used. When we gardened, Dad would send me out to get herbs (garlic, basil and oregano, basically, sometimes flat-leafed parsley) for the pizza or pasta sauce, and I just loved smelling them. Some hippie-dippie family friend gave me a kid's cookbook for my First Communion, and I read through it and thought I'd enjoy making porcupine meatballs. Mom was terrifically supportive, and I have happy memories of her supervising me to make this "exotic" dish (it used thyme, which we pronounced "thighm" - I think that might have been the only recipe that used that dusty bottle in the spice rack Mom received as a wedding present). When they saw I liked cooking (hey, you're making food that you get to EAT!

), Dad started used me as a slave to make dough for pizza, bread and pasta and Mom used to have me help with the weekend breakfasts (gotta love pouring waffles as a ten-year-old - makes you feel like you're accomplishing something worthwhile). I was bored a lot living out in the country (when I wasn't fishing, mushroom hunting, tapping maple trees, arrowhead hunting, shooting rockets, etc.), so I wound up reading a lot of Mom's cookbooks, too.
And I liked to eat, and even found I liked certain "weird" things . . . after a suitable period of scowling suspicion. Since Dad's job as a professor exposed us to people from a lot of different cultures (and Mom and Dad's families lived in New York - the Italians made food with those crazy crushed red peppers no human could eat and tiny coffees that smelled like cigar butts, and the Germans were gulping down slimy creamed herring and weird pickled pot roasts), I got to (
had to - I don't remember being given a choice!

) try a lot of things that were weird to my classmates. (Tacos! In rural Indiana in the early Seventies, these seemed about as odd as finding a pyramid of human heads next to the IGA.) Of course, a lot of them were pretty good.
So when I moved out, I started making a wide variety of stuff just because I liked it. Like others on the thread, I really enjoyed doing sauces. I can bake, but I'm not super into it. When I married Gina, I used to do virtually all of our cooking. When she retired five years ago, she took over. She'd previously been sort of indifferent toward cooking, but I had been a bad influence and got her to liking food during our time together. Her post-retirement cooking underwent an immediate paradigm shift from the cooking she used to do when we met (everything set to BLAST, follow a short list of recipes like a robot) - now she was all about making stuff we'd like and figuring out how to coax out the flavor. Dang, but she's a good cook now.
The funny thing is that I get real satisfaction out of cooking something creative. One of my favorite things to do it to just make Sunday supper - throw together stuff that we have into something that sounds good. To me there's something about coming up with a sauce with fresh herbs and having a soul-satisfying simple-but-good plate of macaroni with a bottle of wine. If someone happens to drop by, great: the more the merrier. No serious thought or worry about a menu (Lord, but my wife likes to make "company" meals into an ordeal), just "Hey, that's sounds good; let's try that" and away you go.
Not really a one-trick pony, but I have those things that are easy and satisfying to do, and because I'm mostly cooking to enliven my spirit these days, those are where I usually go.
Thanks again for a great thread, amigos.