maybe it was staring at my knee, and some sort of subliminal association (i'm suggestible, you know) or transference of some kind, or even a weak version of sympathetic magic, but i started grating things relentlessly in the kitchen. first zucchini patties were made, and popiah filling (and kueh paitee), and then rosti (with chopped bacon and chives and lots of sourcream, and sausages) and then zest for a lemon yoghurt cake. fortunately the scabs are falling off, or i'll be probably still be grating when the chinese new year yusheng radishes come along.