I have a friend who is not that into food. She mostly sees it as fuel, with an occasional concern for some minor preferences (no ketchup, eggs boiled hard, dark German beer). For her, the act of eating falls into the category of basic maintenance, like brushing her teeth or taking a shower. It's a not very exciting but necessary activity, the kind of thing that can be occasionally skipped if no one is watching. Don't worry, she has plenty of other passions. Food just isn't one of them.
I love my friend, and I believe she is as happy and fulfilled as any human being can expect to be these days. But there's no way I would switch places with her. I cannot imagine my life without my love of food and the many amazing things that happen while standing in front of a stove.