I always think of Betty Crocker cookers as those folks dressed to the nines in a dressy blouse, skirt/slacks and heels. They may toss on an apron around their waist, but for the most part, they cook, peel, chop, mix, etc without getting a drop of anything on them. And their hair looks pretty darned good too.
Let me say, Betty Crocker cooker, I am not.
Maybe you’re a nude cooker. No one’s watching, you’re all comfy, and hey, if you get some flour on you, it’s not like you got a shirt dirty!
Or maybe you prefer to put on crappy clothes since you’re a mess in the kitchen. Flour, water, paste, colored stuff, it doesn’t matter since you’re in sweats or an old T-shirt.
What are you?
I’ve got a penchant for not wearing pants. This generally leaves me in a skirt or just my unders. I’m particularly plagued with deciding I need to prep something *right* that moment mid-changing clothes or something, so if I’m cooking at home, I’m generally in some state of undress either by will or by chance. I do obsessively wash my hands while cooking though, so it’s not like your food is getting all boob-taminated or anything.