There's nothing that says "I have arrived in the middle class" like a meal of fine cheeses. After years of hard work making 79ยข to a man's dollar, I eventually married a fine fellow who makes a good enough living to firmly place me in that coveted middle-elite category. Upon my arrival, my first order of business was to procure a suitable board on which I could properly display my middle class bounty. My husband and I would spend hours of our free time at the local cheese purveyor, sampling new cheeses, chatting with the cheesemonger-in-residence, using words like "umami" and "mouthfeel," and building our personal cheesecyclopedia from Butterkäse to BellaVitano. From the comfort of our suburban home, we'd use this, the Ironwood Gourmet Acacia Wood Cutting Board, to carefully cut and display our largess, savoring each bite between gulps of boxed wine in deafening silence. We'd arrived; we'd finally secured our slice of the pie (or wedge of the wheel, as it were).
Rating: [4 of 5 Stars!]