Okay, so I have baked in small places. My mother, bless her heart, has a kitchen that fits that category. Mom has a electric oven, no bannetons, or even a blade to slash my dough. How primative! Oh, Lord, one day help me get rich and buy this wonderful woman a new house, nevermind kitchen! Until then, visiting her comes with the challenge of making bread lacking the space, nevermind tools or a gas oven. That said, my mother is sweet as summer. And this summer I have visited her often. Having left some levain in her fridge, on my most recent trip I was up and baking. Not too shabby either!