Cutting Board in Walnut (Face Grain)
Regular price
$400.00
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
26 ⅜″ × 15″ × 1″
8 lb / 128 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, go to Goby's new lumberyard.
So I drove down to Aurora, hunting for the best slabs on earth. I saw three I had to have, but the owner told me someone else had called dibs. No money down, just a word. The lumber world still runs on trust, and that trust kept me from the boards I wanted.
Frustrated, I skipped the big names and looked for the small guys—the “Millbillies.” I opened Facebook Marketplace, saw an ad: Walnut planks for sale. Call Jim.
Jim answered with a smoker’s rasp, a 40 grit vocal from 70 years and more. When I pulled up, there he was: lawn chair, fresh cigarette, framed by his DIY ranch of fields and old oaks. His son, an electrician turned full-time lumberman, was helping out, proud to be working with his dad.
They let me poke through the piles. Nothing fancy at first. But then - right in the middle of the shop - a heap of old, wide boards, just picked up that morning from a woodworker’s estate sale.
Walnut planks that had been aging for forty years.
The faces were so rough you couldn’t see the grain. It took studying the edge, moving each board, reading what I could from the side. Science meets art, but mostly it’s gut.
I went through the stack twice. Long, heavy boards - ten, eleven feet long, twenty inches wide. I just knew when I found the one. Even Jim and his son were curious why. I couldn't explain it. The eye of the beholder unbeknownst to himself.
Back home, I planed it for the first time and I had that rush. Shaking hands, holding my breath, stunned by what the blades revealed. Deep reds, wavy grain, that wild walnut chatoyance you almost never see. The purest, most beautiful slab I’ve ever found.
I wanted to leave it big. Not your every day board - one to bring out for special loved-one celebrations.
I marked it for hours, chasing the right lines. Eventually, the piece revealed itself. Two maple inlays, framing the heart.
Sometimes the destination leads to better journeys.
So I drove down to Aurora, hunting for the best slabs on earth. I saw three I had to have, but the owner told me someone else had called dibs. No money down, just a word. The lumber world still runs on trust, and that trust kept me from the boards I wanted.
Frustrated, I skipped the big names and looked for the small guys—the “Millbillies.” I opened Facebook Marketplace, saw an ad: Walnut planks for sale. Call Jim.
Jim answered with a smoker’s rasp, a 40 grit vocal from 70 years and more. When I pulled up, there he was: lawn chair, fresh cigarette, framed by his DIY ranch of fields and old oaks. His son, an electrician turned full-time lumberman, was helping out, proud to be working with his dad.
They let me poke through the piles. Nothing fancy at first. But then - right in the middle of the shop - a heap of old, wide boards, just picked up that morning from a woodworker’s estate sale.
Walnut planks that had been aging for forty years.
The faces were so rough you couldn’t see the grain. It took studying the edge, moving each board, reading what I could from the side. Science meets art, but mostly it’s gut.
I went through the stack twice. Long, heavy boards - ten, eleven feet long, twenty inches wide. I just knew when I found the one. Even Jim and his son were curious why. I couldn't explain it. The eye of the beholder unbeknownst to himself.
Back home, I planed it for the first time and I had that rush. Shaking hands, holding my breath, stunned by what the blades revealed. Deep reds, wavy grain, that wild walnut chatoyance you almost never see. The purest, most beautiful slab I’ve ever found.
I wanted to leave it big. Not your every day board - one to bring out for special loved-one celebrations.
I marked it for hours, chasing the right lines. Eventually, the piece revealed itself. Two maple inlays, framing the heart.
Sometimes the destination leads to better journeys.