I’m a huge fan of seafood, and for some reason I’ve been craving a good piece of orange roughy. So, when I happened to run through the market after leaving work a little early yesterday, I found my orange roughy, which Eddie (my fish monger) told me was brought in that afternoon. I snapped up two fillets and did my best to replicate a cheesy, breaded version that seemed to be haunting me.

The best part about whitefish – it can be so easy to cook and picks up a lot …