I am here to report that the slightly nicer cookie sheets are, in fact, slightly nicer. One of the things have been slowly learning in adulthood is that you don't always have to stop at what sort of works. I mean, sometimes you know, but it doesn't have to be your default. It is possible, and permissible, to shoot for something more than minimal function.
This is a tough one for me. My parents' bookshelves were literally made of bricks and two-by-fours well into their forties. For a long time, their mattress was on the floor. They bought used cars, always.
If it functioned, it would do. Some lessons begin so early, and are so implicit, that you don't even realize you're learning them.
They are thicker, the slightly nicer cookie sheets. They bake a bit more evenly. There's no rust.
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