One day, there was a fresh-looking snapper at the market. He had a friend, chicken egg.
Chicken egg used strictly for scale purposes.
Starfruit had plans of her own.
Next thing anybody knew, snapper and starfruit were seen partying around town, always bedecked festively like so; chicken egg was nowhere to be seen.
That narrative there is what happens when one can't think of anything to say about a dish. The snapper was wrapped in banana leaves and steamed in the packet alongside starfruit slices, lemons, cilantro, ginger, green onions and tomatoes.
I'm not too sure the starfruit added anything to the dish. Oh well, it was an idea.
I just wanted to post this because that snapper looked so nice and festive in its party clothes.