In my old life, I would jump at the chance to eat out. Cooking at home meant some variation of microwave dinners or boiling a can of soup.
Over the past several years, however, I have been learning to cook. I read cookbooks and watch cooking shows. I get excited when I come upon an interesting new recipe, and I am at this point confident enough to modify it and make it my own.
I also get advice from my wife, who had been adept in the ways of kitchen knowledge since well before we met more than a decade ago.