Last weekend I went to the Georgia Apple Festival, a two-weekend event featuring dozens of craft vendors, along with fair food and drinks. Partner 1 vends her stuff there every year, and I try to go at least one weekend to help her out. (Also, the first time I went to the Apple Festival several years ago, it inspired a story.)

This year, in addition to a giant bottle of homemade root beer and a new handmade leather belt, I also found a woodworking vendor that had all sorts of kitchen equipment. Spoons, spatulas, cutting boards, bowls… you name it.

She also had rolling pins.

(Water bottle for scale.)

Pretty, isn’t it? She also had one that had yellow in it, but I didn’t like it as much.

When I bought it, she told me it’s not dishwasher safe, so I have to hand-wash it. Well, crafter, I assure you I will not be putting this in the dishwasher. I might use some wood preservative on it, but it’s not going to be touching food.

Butts. It’s going to be touching butts. It’s a heavy, thuddy implement, and I can’t wait to use it.

And, I suppose, if I’m going to be making bread and I can’t find my actual rolling pin, I could clean this off and use it.