The only good thing about jury duty in Manhattan is ready access to Chinatown's exotic, well stocked supermarkets. For dinner at home with Charles last week, I found fresh vegetable noodles to make a bed for the steamed salmon steaks. The markets are packed with condiments and sauces, flour and pre-made won ton wrappers, colorful vegetables, and noodles, dried and fresh. The noodles were satisfying, a nice complement in color to the salmon, but--even with butter, salt, and pepper--not particularly flavorful. The salmon was delicious: steamed in tin foil on top of the stove on two slices of ripe tomato with a mayonnaise/white wine vinegar/dill/caper sauce and a garnish of chopped green olives. And the verdict is...guilty of being easy, fresh, and fragrant.
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