The shades of stains,
the mesh of grooves,
the spread of cutting angles
how one side was more indented than the other,
the alluring smell if you snuck a whiff.
I was entranced.
I marvelled at it for well over a minute.
I wouldn’t allow pictures of plastic cutting boards. So dull and unrefined; no style whatsoever. Even worse would be showing brand new wooden cutting boards. How demonstrably ugly are those. Look!
In these well-used wooden boards, there is history. There are multilayered contexts in each which would make any Ingmar Bergman movie fan salivate. You can tell from that picture at the top of this post, that I unconsciously cut mainly into one section of the board and, as I alluded to earlier, I use one side more than the other, slowly sculpting it to become undoubtedly my greatest work of art. The unplayable golf green. Befitting considering this is my 100th post.
If a wooden cutting board doesn’t wet one’s appetite, then nothing will.