Ragu (with mushrooms) or toast with cinnamon and sugar.
I decided to cut my teeth by cooking one meal a week for my 3 male roommates. They were all for it.
It started out slowly. The preparation and cooking would take me hours. And for a poor college student, it would cost a pretty penny (especially since my roommates would eat everything and save nothing for me. Thanks guys). With each meal I cooked my anxiety would decrease a bit and confidence would grow.
I completely enjoy spending time in the kitchen now. And my husband is very (very!) supportive of my culinary time. Even grocery shopping is a pleasure. When I've had a particularly bad day, my dreamy husband will ask me if I want to go to Michael's Fresh Market or Trader Joe's. I can spend hours there and I always come out happy.