I may not need to build a yakitori grill after all.

We did some banking a couple of weeks ago. The details are irrelevant, the point is, we got a free gift. The gift was a round cooler. And inside that round cooler, a smaller round grill. A tiny grill. An adorably tiny grill. Adoragrill.

So, remember how yesterday I said I had a cool new thing to do with cauliflower? And I put ironc quotes around "came up", implying that it wasn't really the most revolutionary or original thing?

It's time for Week 7 of the CSA wrapup. It's hard to believe we're a third of the way through already. Also, it's time to report the first discards of the season. I know. It had to happen eventually, and it happened exactly where we thought it would.

Fucking broccoli.

Despite giving away one week's giant broccoli and Cathy doing her best, eight florets had to be tossed, along with about 30 snow peas that had been trimmed and washed but went bad before they could join their brethren in being eaten raw. Still a good overall score, but shy of perfection now.

You'll have to wait an extra day for the CSA post. I know the suspense will be killing you, so I'll give you a hint to tide you over. More broccoli.

Yesterday morning, while filling up my five-spice and sweet curry tins and realizing that I was either out of smoked paprika or somehow lost it in the move, that in all my discussions of spice organization and storage, I never discussed what I do with my bags.

I've mentioned Euro Gourmet, the Eastern European deli and grocery store that's a few blocks from the house. You know, the place that sells cake by the pound.

Six weeks in, and we had the first properly full CSA box of the season. When carrots are poking out of the handle-holes, you know it's full up.

DISCARDS: Still none. I'm not counting the skinny scallion I accidentally dropped in the trash, either. So far, no raw foods have gone from box to trash can without being touched.

I spent Saturday going out to eat. Now, I freely admit this may have been less than wise given the amount of farm produce in my fridge that needs cooking, but lunch was deliberate and planned, and dinner was the result of laziness and cravings, so that makes it OK.

Lunch found us at "India Garden", which is both old and new. New in name, but old in that the same building has been offering roughly the same southern Indian vegetarian/mostly vegetarian menu for years. You last knew it here under the name Nala Pak, it's changed twice since then and is now Inda Garden.

A friend of mine gave me some moose meat.

I don't know what circles you travel in, but if those circles do not occasionally, and very graciously, hand you a chunk of frozen Bullwinkle, then you need to step up your game. Just sayin'.

Time for your weekly farm report. Soybeans, up five cents. Corn, down three cents.

Wait, wrong farm report.

Discards: Still none! I'm claiming this even though the last quarter of the sauce we made with the strawberries two weeks ago had to be tossed. Once it's been processed, any discarding is post-use and does not count. The important thing is that nothing is rotting in my fridge.