You and me both. I never liked to cook, but I do like to eat. DH is smart enough to say he likes what I cook - he knows he'd be cooking for two if he complains. So far nothing has been bad enough for him to complain.
He can cook spaghetti, and he learned how to crack an egg to make scrambled eggs about two years ago, or 33 years into our marriage. His father was a chef... this apple did not fall anywhere near the tree.
He is a wonderful man, though, so I forgive him for not cooking.