One of the few things that Zach has ever cooked for me is his salmon teriyaki. I crave it all the time, so finally I asked him to please, please make it again. And then I asked for the recipe. I had no idea that the recipe was so complicated—I mean it’s not really complicated, but compared to my version of teriyaki, it is. Maybe that’s why it’s so good.
We ate the salmon teriyaki over brown rice with lots of bonito furikake. I swear, furikake is so delicious it must have MSG in it, but I’m afraid to look because then I couldn’t eat it in good conscience. Oh, I’m lying. I’d still eat it.