I don't like to make fancy things for myself. Most of my meals consist of steaming some veggies and dumping some dead animal on it. Seriously, I eat like, 90% of my meals out of bowls. My fella has simple tastes, too, and likes things like meatloaf with mashed potatoes, stuffed peppers, shepherd's pie, baked chicken and oven fries. To me, meals are a necessity and I guess I don't have too much fun with them despite churning out reasonably delicious food with basic ingredients. (Hint: sriracha makes everything better.)
However, I LOVE baking. It goes back to my childhood, and memories in my kitchen with my mum and the subsequent praise that would follow for a delicious dessert. I can't shake the nostalgia, so I don't try. I think going into the kitchen with a plan but no clue how to execute it is exhilarating, and I feel somewhat like a mad scientist with my weights and measures, stirring and mixing and tasting and hoping it turns out. I use mostly coconut flour to keep it grain-free, or almond butter for the occasional cookie or brownie, but sometimes I pull out the white rice flour and tapioca starch for something different for my partner.
I don't always eat what I make, and almost always find a willing recipient for my kitchen experiments, but it's not necessarily about the finished product (other than the thrill of victory when it turns out!) but the way to recreate a comforting sensation as well as amuse myself and stave off boredom while satisfying an urge to create something. :)