Cutting Board in Walnut (Face Grain)
Regular price
$380.00
Unit price
per
+ shipping
Non-toxic, food-safe, and solvent-free
Sustainably sourced hardwoods bonded with fully cured Titebond III
Oregon Walnut in Wave Grain
North American Hard Maple
Food-grade mineral oil and beeswax blend
17 ¾″ × 12 ½″ × 1.06″
5.2 lb / 83 oz
Care
Care
Hand wash only. Wipe dry immediately.
Never place in dishwasher or submerge in water.
To prevent warping, re-oil monthly or when dry, and apply conditioner regularly.
Story
Story
2025. Winter in Oregon. If you want walnut, you start at Goby’s new lumberyard in Aurora. But even though I spotted the dream boards, first dibs rules the day, so I walked out empty-handed.
I decide to skip the big shops, hunt for the small guys. Facebook Marketplace, a lucky scroll, and suddenly I’m driving out to Jim’s ranch. Lawn chair, cigarette smoke curling, his son by his side, walnut everywhere you look - rough, old, wide, just picked up from a woodworker’s estate sale that morning. Forty years aging, and you’d never know what was hidden inside.
The faces were so rough you couldn’t see the grain. I studied the edges, the ends, trusting gut over guesswork. Long, heavy boards - ten, eleven feet - twenty inches wide. I kept coming back to one, and finally took it home.
This piece caught me for a different reason. The grain burned across the surface - flame patterns twisting from a wide base to a narrow crown. I sat with it, studying every line, wondering if it even needed an inlay. Sometimes too much feels like a gimmick.
But I kept seeing light move through fire. So, instead of tracing the obvious, I drew two almost converging lines - subtle, not showy. They cut through the flame.
Look close and you’ll see the whole tree in the grain - roots, trunk, crown.
Sometimes, what’s burning inside just needs a little more light.
I decide to skip the big shops, hunt for the small guys. Facebook Marketplace, a lucky scroll, and suddenly I’m driving out to Jim’s ranch. Lawn chair, cigarette smoke curling, his son by his side, walnut everywhere you look - rough, old, wide, just picked up from a woodworker’s estate sale that morning. Forty years aging, and you’d never know what was hidden inside.
The faces were so rough you couldn’t see the grain. I studied the edges, the ends, trusting gut over guesswork. Long, heavy boards - ten, eleven feet - twenty inches wide. I kept coming back to one, and finally took it home.
This piece caught me for a different reason. The grain burned across the surface - flame patterns twisting from a wide base to a narrow crown. I sat with it, studying every line, wondering if it even needed an inlay. Sometimes too much feels like a gimmick.
But I kept seeing light move through fire. So, instead of tracing the obvious, I drew two almost converging lines - subtle, not showy. They cut through the flame.
Look close and you’ll see the whole tree in the grain - roots, trunk, crown.
Sometimes, what’s burning inside just needs a little more light.