For many, the kitchen defines the home. It's a place where people congregate, after school or work, at parties. Even if you don't want people in the kitchen, they seem to gravitate towards it.
Our kitchen at rue de Seine was so small, yet it defined the one small downstairs room. I could watch TV (in the living room) while cooking and visiting with Terry. It's hard to imagine having a smaller kitchen, but this was our kitchen for almost five years. We only had enough room to serve 4 people a meal, but we tested it and the kitchen could handle it. There was absolutely no counter space, so I had to move things around in order to chop, cook, etc.
The coffee pot was moved from place to place depending on what else was going on.
The oven was full size, the dishwasher was full size and there was a small microwave hiding in a cupboard. The light was provided by two long light bulbs.
When we moved in, we bought six plates, six mugs, place settings for six, a few placemats and napkins a couple of bowls, a cookie sheet, two pans and we were set. We lived near a market, so we could shop often without effort. It all worked perfectly!
The kitchen at rue de Seine defined the apartment in many ways and I will always remember it, happiily.
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