I love old, seasoned cutting boards. To me, they tell a story all their own. Stories of meals prepared, foods shared, times gone by. I have a pretty nice collection of them now and will do a post on them some day.
|The Starting Lumber|
For today, I want to show you what I made myself!! We have a unique little shop in Edison called the Lucky Dumpster that always has something to surprise me. A couple of weeks ago I discovered they had old, used lumber. Now that gets a girls’ attention like no other!! I’ve been looking for some ‘just right’ pieces for a while now. So, I found some pieces to try to work with. This is old rough sawn lumber, nails to pull, and the rough bark edge still intact.
I wagged home my choices. My Husband scratched his head but said little. He ran some pieces through the planer for me. I chose the perfect one. Husband then ran the router around the edges for me. Me and power tools have a story-for another time. He kept wanting to cut it perfectly square, but NOOOO, not what I want!
One day while sitting in the cold barn aisle watching over an imminent doe to give birth, I sanded it to my desired level, and then rubbed in a finish of food grade mineral oil and beeswax.
So, now, tonight as friends come over to share a bit of post-kidding marathon bubbly and some really great goat cheese (I have connections on this one) I will get to serve our food to our friends from the board I made.
|Both Sides Equally Nice|
Now, for my board to begin its’ journey of stories………