that's where

in an earlier post i mused about where a maple cutting board might hide. i stumbled upon it a couple of nights ago, in the closet where the furnace lives, which kind of doubles (triples?) as an overflow pantry and broom closet. i had put it up there, months ago, to hold a bowl of rising bread dough, because it seemed like the warmest place in the house. of course, upon removing the bowl of dough, i completely forgot that i had ever used the cutting board for this ingenious purpose, and when searching for it, i know i looked in that closet, but i guess i didn't look up.

i still have not recovered that jar of honey though...