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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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This Cranberry-Orange Roasted Chicken will not disappoint. Equal parts sweet and tangy. Perfect for Thanksgiving if you are team “No Turkey.” Comment “cranberry” and I’ll send you the full recipe link.
This Cranberry-Orange Roasted Chicken will not disappoint. Equal parts sweet and tangy. Perfect for Thanksgiving if you are team “No Turkey.” Comment “cranberry” and I’ll send you the full recipe link.
It’s official! The Endlessly Elated shop is back for the holiday season and I couldn’t be more excited! After lots of planning, you can now shop our collection of handcrafted, intentionally made home decor and entertaining products. Happy gifting for a loved one or… for yourself! 😉
It’s official! The Endlessly Elated shop is back for the holiday season and I couldn’t be more excited! After lots of planning, you can now shop our collection of handcrafted, intentionally made home decor and entertaining products. Happy gifting for a loved one or… for yourself! 😉
It’s here! My Pavochón recipe. This Puerto Rican style turkey is full of flavor with none of the blandness most people complain about, when it comes to turkey. Definitely give this one a try.! Comment “turkey” and I’ll send you the recipe.
It’s here! My Pavochón recipe. This Puerto Rican style turkey is full of flavor with none of the blandness most people complain about, when it comes to turkey. Definitely give this one a try.! Comment “turkey” and I’ll send you the recipe.
It always looks like an overnight success when it happens, but the reality is that most things take time and lots of trial and error. Working on my cookbook proposal - a cookbook dedicated to my mom and her recipes - has been a labor of dedication and love. I poured my heart, soul and plenty of tears onto every page I wrote and I must say it’s been quite hard receiving the no’s. Not because of what you may think but rather because this project means reliving my mom’s death and yet at the same time, celebrating her life. It’s emotionally complicated. However, I do believe that my agent/publisher are out there and one day this will simply be the story that details the journey of the most wonderful cookbook, ever written by…me. Thank you for being here with me. ❤️
It always looks like an overnight success when it happens, but the reality is that most things take time and lots of trial and error. Working on my cookbook proposal - a cookbook dedicated to my mom and her recipes - has been a labor of dedication and love. I poured my heart, soul and plenty of tears onto every page I wrote and I must say it’s been quite hard receiving the no’s. Not because of what you may think but rather because this project means reliving my mom’s death and yet at the same time, celebrating her life. It’s emotionally complicated. However, I do believe that my agent/publisher are out there and one day this will simply be the story that details the journey of the most wonderful cookbook, ever written by…me. Thank you for being here with me. ❤️
Megankah –
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