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Walnut Cutting Board
$140.00
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Our handcrafted Walnut Cutting Boards are a kitchen essential that blends craftsmanship with functionality. Carefully crafted by skilled artisans in the picturesque Hudson Valley, these cutting boards effortlessly double as a versatile entertaining accessory. Making them the perfect choice for creating a cheese board or charcuterie board.
These cutting boards are crafted from solid domestic walnut wood and offered in two convenient sizes – wide and long – allowing you to choose the perfect fit for your kitchen needs. Their handcrafted construction ensures every piece is unique, making it a striking addition to any kitchen. Designed with your safety in mind, these cutting boards are food-safe and the thoughtful addition of a hole in their handles makes them easy to store and display.
Design:
Handcrafted
Material:
Walnut
Made in:
United States
Each board may vary slightly in size and color due to its handcrafted nature.
Dimensions: Wide: 5.5" W ×18" L // Long: 7.5" W ×15.5” L
Weight: Wide: // Long:
Care: Hand-Wash & Dry.
We offer ground shipping to 48 states within the continental U.S. (excluding Alaska and Hawaii) and Puerto Rico.
Commitment is scary, so we always take returns. We’re confident you will love your purchase, but if you are unsatisfied for any reason, we offer no-fear returns. You can return your undamaged order (unless damaged upon arrival) for a full refund, 365 days a year, no questions asked.
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The decision to move and specifically near a body of water, was something I contemplated for years. A little voice in the back of my mind, always nagging at me. I often told it, that it couldn’t be done. That it wasn’t a simple thing. That while, at times, I understood it there was “nothing” I could do.
But the universe will throw stones at you, if you don’t listen to it. After my mom’s passing, as I was experiencing grief that I still can’t explain or even comprehend, it jolted me back into that same reality that my dad’s passing provided. Nothing is guaranteed. Life is too damn short. Take the risks.
Why is it always so simple and yet we sometimes wait a lifetime to give ourselves the things we want? Upon our death beds, we do the woulda, coulda, shoulda speech.
I wish both of them were here to witness my happiness. To be able to experience it with me. To know that simply being by a body of water is all I needed to slow down. It’s probably an unpopular thing to say, but the truth is that sometimes your dreams become a reality after experiencing the most excruciating pain. All I can now do is be grateful that I did it. ❤️
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The decision to move and specifically near a body of water, was something I contemplated for years. A little voice in the back of my mind, always nagging at me. I often told it, that it couldn’t be done. That it wasn’t a simple thing. That while, at times, I understood it there was “nothing” I could do.
But the universe will throw stones at you, if you don’t listen to it. After my mom’s passing, as I was experiencing grief that I still can’t explain or even comprehend, it jolted me back into that same reality that my dad’s passing provided. Nothing is guaranteed. Life is too damn short. Take the risks.
Why is it always so simple and yet we sometimes wait a lifetime to give ourselves the things we want? Upon our death beds, we do the woulda, coulda, shoulda speech.
I wish both of them were here to witness my happiness. To be able to experience it with me. To know that simply being by a body of water is all I needed to slow down. It’s probably an unpopular thing to say, but the truth is that sometimes your dreams become a reality after experiencing the most excruciating pain. All I can now do is be grateful that I did it. ❤️
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It’s here! My new series, where every week I ask you for your lingering ingredients left in your fridge and pantry. You know the ones that are about to go bad, in the hopes of inspiring you to get in the kitchen and use them.
Last week, you submitted all of your items and I attempted to use as any of them as possible. This crispy salmon bowl was a hit! *Just see my stories*
It’s here! My new series, where every week I ask you for your lingering ingredients left in your fridge and pantry. You know the ones that are about to go bad, in the hopes of inspiring you to get in the kitchen and use them.
Last week, you submitted all of your items and I attempted to use as any of them as possible. This crispy salmon bowl was a hit! *Just see my stories*
I guess those are the last design ideas he’ll be seeing. 😂😂😂
Sometimes a girl just needs to move her body and may I just say it always gives me energy and sparks a whole lot of joy.
I dare you try it! 😉 Happy Friday!
Sometimes a girl just needs to move her body and may I just say it always gives me energy and sparks a whole lot of joy.
I dare you try it! 😉 Happy Friday!
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I never got to eat my Pringles: Okay, so this was in fourth grade, and I was in this class with all these dumbass kids. Here’s the back story: My parents usually pack me fruit for a snack, but on this day they packed me like half of the leftover Pringles from the day before, you know, in that cylinder container. I was really excited since I LOVE PRINGLES. But when recess came around so I could take MY Pringles and go eat it outside, they weren’t in my bag. I started scoping the area, trying to find my Pringles. I call the teacher, she tries to find them but she can’t either. Than this thought comes to my mind—What if MOIRA STOLE IT? Moira was this chubby girl in my class that literally ALWAYS wore this purple princess dress that should be classified as a bad Halloween costume (seriously) and was known for being a bitch. Being the judgmental 9-10 year old I was, I straight out concluded that she must’ve stolen my damn Pringles. I just tell my teacher, “Well too bad, I’ll just go out for recess now. It was just PRINGLES.” Being a little angel. So I stomp out of the class and start searching for Moira. I’m talking checking areas, finding witnesses, wasting my time. So after a solid 10 minutes, I find a group of these kids crowded at the side of one of the portable classrooms. I rush over to see what it is. The kids were eating Pringles. Barbecue flavored Pringles. MY PRINGLES. I start raging as I smack the Pringles out of the kids’ hands and start ripping people away from the main source. And in the middle of all the kids, sat a smug looking MOIRA with my PRINGLES. I look all mad and rip the BLOODY EMPTY CONTAINER OF PRINGLES OUT OF THE DAMN BITCH’S FILTHY HANDS. By now even dumbass Moira knows what’s up, she’s a goner. I would’ve murdered her at the very least, but a supervisor saw us and ran over. Moira was forced to apologize and I was forced to accept her damn apology. I never got to eat my Pringles. To this day I’m sure she fears my cold dead hands, ready to rip her lying face off. More stories here https://clck.ru/3ALGcF