Not exactly tung oil
For the last six months, I’ve had a job on my list that just seemed to stay beyond my reach: finding the correct way to treat wood on a butcher block surface. I read, I asked advice, I shopped around. This morning, even before I put in my eye drops, I decided to head to the closest shopping area. And there, on a shelf. The Grail, or as the label said, “Tung Oil”. That was the exact concoction that one of those woodworking forums had touted. I bought the can and headed home.
Where, in short order, the Internet showed me that a label does not a winner make. This was a furniture polish, and not what I wanted to use in a food preparation area.
Back in the car, with the can and the receipt. Twenty minutes later, I had spent my refund on another product that bragged about how it wouldn’t poison me. “Circa 1850 Terra Nova NaturOil“. The italics were included. I trust the firm (from Montreal). If you hear that I’ve succombed to a strange illness involving my kitchen, please visit them and let them know that they need to test further.
Actually, the mall was much busier, second time around. I had to get some baking supplies, and at the register my cart had to navigate past a famous personality wearing shorts and chasing virtual turkeys. I tried to explain this at home; I didn’t do a very good job. Watching the news this evening, I didn’t see myself, either.
