Cooking is a problem

I really, really don't like cooking. Heaven to me is a nice cafeteria where I don't have to think about meals until I go through the line. No meal planning, no shopping, no preparing, serving, or cleaning up. I've tried talking myself into liking it but with no success; I've tried being grateful that I have plenty of food to cook and I just end up feeling guilty. It's a quandry because my dear husband is very easy to please but I really, really don't like to cook.