You have to figure out how temperamental the stove is, find everything you need, have a place to actually work while cooking...
I was less than thrilled with the kitchen at my mother's when she moved in. The cabinets were all really small but very deep, so knocking something over while trying to get something else was pretty much inevitable. The kitchen itself was tiny in general.
Growing up in apartments all my life, I'm used to small kitchens, but this was ridiculous. Every time I made cookies, I had to put them on cooling racks in another room due to lack of counter space (and hope my cat didn't get at them).
Over time, I eventually developed a routine to cooking in that kitchen, but it still isn't my favorite place to cook in.
Anyway, I took these to my dad's when I visited and they were apparently really good. I personally think they were missing a little something, but I used sea salt instead of Fleur de Sel because I didn't have any, and thus sprinkled more on each cookie.
(recipe via Picky Palate)
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