I have a problem that I have had for years (I even wrote about it once)...I can't keep my hands off of my own ass. It needs to stop.
An apron only covers so much of your body and, trust me, mine does its job of catching most of my mess. It would have to because, as you can guess with my being a complete spaz in the kitchen, there is a lot of mess before my manic clean-up. As mush as I love my apron-it's a red one from William Sonoma-I have always had the tendency to wipe my hands on my butt as I go along with whatever I am making. I do it so much in one round of cooking that it makes perfectly shaped handprints right on my cheeks. Handprints that are clearly my own.
This is a habit that I've been aware of since my Manager and friend Shireen pointed it out while I was a teenager and waiting tables at my uncle's restaurant Ciao!, where there was tons of flour and a uniform that included black pants. Cut to my adulthood where I still do it. I still can't keep my hands off of myself. It was embarrassing when I caught myself in the mirror in my building's gym last year. "Yep, there's my ass and there are my hands". Apparently I had not kicked the habit and when I would go down to the gym after throwing something in the oven that I had just prepped in my gym pants. Here my neighbors were let in on my little problem. As bad as that was, c'mon, most of these people have known me for years.
BUT, now skip to the present where Hurricane Sandy wiped out our gym and we have had to join one off-site...I still have the same habit but add a 2 to 3 avenue walk to a workout and a whole lot of strangers get to see how handsy I am with myself including everyone at a crowded gym once I get there. What they must think. I NEED to stop.
Long and short of the tip. If you can't keep your hands of yourself, don't wear clothes you cook in out of the house.
And note to self: Don't forget, it's not just the gym and the walk there either. You do your errands around the city after you work out. Just sayin'.