My Wooden Cutting Board

Cutting BoardJust after breakfast, I developed this fascination with my wooden cutting board. This is where I prepare nearly all my food.

The shades of stains,
the mesh of grooves,
the spread of cutting angles
how one side is more indented than the other,
the alluring smell if you snuck a whiff.
I was entranced.
I marveled at it for well over a minute.

1024px-Chopping_BoardI couldn’t bare to show off a plastic cutting board. So dull and unrefined; no style whatsoever. Even worse would be a brand new wooden cutting board. How demonstrably ugly are those. Look!

Instead in these well-used wooden boards, there is history. I use one side more than the other, slowly sculpting it to become undoubtedly my greatest work of art. The unplayable golf green.

If this bacteria ridden monstrosity doesn’t wet one’s appetite, then nothing will.

“The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.”- Michel Legrand

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6 comments on “My Wooden Cutting Board
  1. I rather prefer the new one – sort of like a lover: it’s good to have a change every now and then.

  2. Tina S. says:

    I totally feel you. There will always be this thing we won’t quit using because of its sentimental value. No wonder I have a ton of “crap” (my dad would usually call them) in my room.

    • I am not a hoarder at all and rarely do I get attachment to possessions. I have lived in a lot of places and I travel light. But the few things I do have like the wooden cutting board, I will wear down so much until they’re just a remnant of their original self – almost unrecognizable. The same goes for underpants haha. The one thing I always wish I had held onto is every book I have ever owned even when I was a baby or young child. I miss all the books I have ever owned. That would be one thing I would advise ‘hoarders’ to hold onto as well of course as cherished memoribillia. Thank you for writing about your attachment to certain things and contributing to my post. It means a lot!

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