This is an ode to my cutting board.
I have had you for far too long, for about 6 years and I must let you go now.
We have had some amazing experiences together and you have helped me become the passionate cook that I have driven to be.
I would scrub you down rigorously with lemon and salt so I was able to keep you for as long as possible, but alas, we must part.
We have lugged you around from our first quaint kitchen at the start of our marriage to finally a more spacious and secure one…and now, I believe it is time I let you go.
You have aged gracefully and never let me down.
Your rubber soles stood firm on the counter tops, assuring me we were in for the ride together.
I will never forget you.
But for now, I must move on to a new cutting board. One that is able to handle the next 6 years of love and abuse that it will entail.
And on to the next…