Whatever you do, don't let it be a whole fish whose eyes will bulge out at you as
you lift the lid...because somehow in the time it took to steam it, you managed to forgot that it would look back at you, even though you made a special trip to Reading Terminal market to buy a fresh fish (eyes and all) with all the accoutrements for the recipe. Apparently you were naively expecting something less eyeball-ish with all the other good things like fresh lemongrass and lemon slices and garlic and ginger root to distract you.
No. All I saw--and all I ever see in my Cinemacolor memory--are those dead bulging cataract'd eyeballs staring blankly up at me.
And that, as they say, was the end of my culinary initiation phase into Oriental steaming recipes.
My bamboo steamer has since been relegated as a costume jewelry hold-all.