Yes, I read the Times article. Me? I usually cook with at least a t-shirt. Albeit not always. What I may have mentioned was the occasion I looked up from my dinner preparations (in truth looked up from putting something in the dishwasher) and saw a strange man, probably high on something, standing in my dining room.
And then there was the time in the dead of winter, back when I used to have a basil plant in the kitchen.* Breaking off a few leaves for my recipe I felt a sharp pain in my hand. I looked down to see a hornet crawling on my breast.
*now the basil plants live in the dining room.