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Fish Be With You 3 - Cream Dory in Garlic Tomato Salsa


Cream dory (Pangasius) has quickly become a favorite ingredient of mine - I first discovered it a few years ago in the now-defunct Makro, and it has since lent itself well to a variety of recipes, from fish and chips to Hap Chan-style steamed fish in garlic sauce. I whip this quick dish up when I have a hankering for something kinamatisan: season cream dory fillets with salt and pepper; steam until cooked (10 minutes or less). In a frying pan, saute garlic, onions, and lots of tomatoes. Season well, and spoon over the steamed fillets.

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