For starters, it makes any and every place feel like a home.
Pretty much everything shakes down in the kitchen. If you aren't a cook, I hope you have friends who love to get messy behind the stove with a few drinks in hand cause it is the very best way to live. To always have something brewing up on the stove or simmering away in the oven is a little piece of heaven to me.
The kitchen in the Flo is pretty small, but oddly perfect. I can spin from stove to sink to fridge on a 3 point turn, with access to all my spices and cookbooks and drink elements within arms reach. Minka can sprawl on one of her many rugs, resting patiently until a crumb of something delish flips her way, and anyone who wants can plop down at the tiny bar (with a drink in hand) and watch it all unfold or simply get involved. We don't have a TV on floor 1, so it's all about the music (best thing ever - hidden speakers in every room) and the convo and the food. I love finding serving platters and funky stuff to put food on. Even the plates I got for the Flo are awesome. All handmade and engraved with lace imprints and elephants and such.
My parents kitchen is the same way. We start cooking about 4p - anything that suits our fancy (lots of soups, gratin's, salads...very homey stuff). Last night, my mom had a fire burning outside, so we slung some potatoes on them. I almost caught myself on fire using a little too much olive oil, but man...were they swoon worthy. The dogs just lay about, on the watch for when the next stewpot is coming, and I'm lovin' the wine shop on the mountain cause I've been trying all kinds of new pinot noir's. They have quite a special selection :)
When we were driving across country home to TN, I stopped in Austin to visit a way/way old friend from when I lived in Germany, and her husband had the house smelling all good with pork roast wrapped in bacon - guess where we all hung out? The kitchen. With 3 dogs, a ton of drink and a mess of memories...laughing til we cried. Way better than going to a restaurant.
Even my condo in Chicago that I still have - I bought it cause a/it was on the lake and b/it had a perfect cottage kitchen - and at that time in my life, when I was traveling all over the world for shows...it was all about having something good to come home to. I now have that on the Flo. Plus, it's got a killer view!
And, let me put it this way, the meal I made on the Flo for Thanksgiving was just simply epic. Not your typical Turkey day meal, but a little MST spin on it. It all just makes me so so so happy. Chicken pot pie with a puff pastry crust; creamed kale and caramelized mushrooms made in a Japanese tagine of sorts; the house salad with dill buttermilk dressing; warm brussel sprout salad with bits of sweet bacon; and homemade cranberry sauce with pineapple of all things. And of course, my moms banana pudding!
Guess what I'm trying to say...I just feel right at home in the kitchen - no matter who's it is. Finally...a home...everywhere! Turns out, it's not a specific place that's home. It's a room that happens to span the globe.