I have some symptoms, but I also believe it is tied to my level of depression at any one time. On the best of days, though, I take little pleasure in eating, because I can't taste most foods, but that's something different.
Yesterday in the eve, in an almost childlike way, I took an extreme pleasure in going to a street festival with live music, despite the rudeness of the crowd, crappiness of the sound, hideous smells of instant foods prepared on the sidewalks, and heat of the day. I get pleasures from the things I love.