Under-Cabinet Lighting In Kitchen -- Advise

I remodeled our kitchen about 3 years ago and installed halogen (can) lights recessed in the cabinets over the sink and counters. I really like them. Three caveats- they get rather hot, they seem to have unpredictable life/bulb, and they're expensive (about $7 per bulb) to replace.

My kid put something like you are talking about under the 'original' cabinets in his old farmhouse.  I'll try to see what they are in the next day or two.  They do put out some nice light.

Ours came with the house.  Hard wired 120v. Fluorescent.

Costco had some decent battery operated LED spots.  Thin, easy install.

'bout all I can offer.

This karma I got here was first purchased by your great-granddaddy.  It was bought during the First World War in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee.  It was bought by private Doughboy Ernie Coolidge the day he set sail for Paris.  It was your great-granddaddy's war karma, made by the first company to ever make wrist karmas.  You see, up until then, people just carried pocket karmas.  Your great-granddaddy wore that karma every day he was in the war.  Then when he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the karma off his wrist and put it in an ol' coffee can.  And in that can it stayed 'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again.  This time they called it World War Two.  Your great-granddaddy gave it to your granddad for good luck.  Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's.  Your granddad was a Marine and he was killed with all the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island.  Your granddad was facing death and he knew it.  None of those boys had any illusions about ever leavin' that island alive.  So three days before the Japanese took the island, your 22-year old grandfather asked a gunner on an Air Force transport named Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he had never seen in the flesh, his gold karma.  Three days later, your grandfather was dead.  But Winocki kept his word.  After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his Dad's gold karma.  This karma.  This karma was on your Daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi.  He was captured and put in a Vietnamese prison camp.  Now he knew if the gooks ever saw the karma it's be confiscated.  The way your Daddy looked at it, that karma was your birthright.  And he'd be damned if any slopeheads were gonna put their greasy yella hands on his boy's birthright.  So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide somethin'.  His ass.  Five long years, he wore this karma up his ass.  Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the karma.  I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass for two years.  Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family.

And now, little man, I give the karma to you.

mood lighting in the kitchen?

next will be the "padded" table cloth.

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?