I'll spend time cooking on a weekend day if the weather is bad. I don't bake but I can spend endless hours or even days on complicated savory entrees. And enjoy doing it. When I moved from my last house into a condo and instead of separate living room, den, dining room, kitchen everything was one giant room, suddenly the act of cooking got so much more pleasant with the TV on and people around. I thought for a while about moving to New Orleans and I love the old architecture in the French Quarter and Garden District but every house had the rooms primly compartmentalized and while beautiful, I don't want to go back to that. And I do love the wall of glass looking out over the water.
The kitchen is how my husband relaxes, and also expresses himself. And so I equipped our small condo kitchen as much as it could hold, so he has everything he needs.
I kinda nudged him into baking, something he never did previously. But I wanted to move him towards "portable" foods he could gift to others. He always thought in terms of a formal meal, which meant we hadda eat it ourselves at home, making us fat, or be having dinners with friends over all the time. Nice, but also a big effort.
And he doesn't enjoy, nor know how, to cook for less than about 6 people, preferably more. My late partner, half-Italian, was exactly the same way. So I tried the same approach - make foods you can give away to friends. Or put in cake sales and such to raise money for charitable purposes.
He's gotten into canning, and baking, and making quiches (quite un-Italian, but he does them wonderfully). He's busy & happy, our friends are happy, charities make money and they're happy. It's a win-win all around.
My only concern is that he goes into a cooking trance, staying on his feet for long hours, and bending over. And that exhausts & hurts him. So I gotta remind him to pace, and plan things so he can take breaks and lie down. That's when I "order" him to bed for rest breaks, which WestCoastJock equated to "elder abuse".
Perhaps he was joking. Because I think it's an expression of my concern, attention and love. As cooking itself is my guy's Italian manner of expressing love. And his heritage, a homage to his family ("familia"). I dare not discourage that, only encourage & support it.