Mrs. Plant (v.3.0, met in 1980) told her daughter while I was making stir fry, “Yes, he cooks like an angel, but he can’t keep it in the pan for shit.”
I rarely watch TV. Opiate of the masses.
As for cleaning, I am more terrified of the noise of vacuum cleaners, and chainsaws than any dog unless I am running it. I am apparently impressive, even to the Ultimate Bitch, Mrs. Plant (v.2.0), cleaning the stove top with a razor blade.
I will admit that I learned to make Perfect Eggs from Julia Child, Famous English Spy and Chef, from some wandering about on Google. But Cooking Shows? The next step is Soap Operas, and G-d save your soul.