|The Starting Lumber|
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.........