Glazed Sesame Salmon and Wasabi Mashed Potatoes

Glazed Sesame Salmon and Wasabi Mashed Potatoes might be just the side dish you are searching for. This recipe serves 4 and costs $3.08 per serving. One portion of this dish contains approximately 24g of protein, 11g of fat, and a total of 221 calories. 224 people have made this recipe and would make it again. If you have salmon filets, fresh ginger, garlic, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. It can be enjoyed any time, but it is especially good for Thanksgiving. It is brought to you by My Gourmet Connection. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes approximately 45 minutes. It is a good option if you're following a gluten free, dairy free, and pescatarian diet. With a spoonacular score of 95%, this dish is awesome. If you like this recipe, take a look at these similar recipes: Pan-seared Salmon served with Wasabi Mashed Potatoes, Hoisin Honey Glazed Chicken with Sesame Mashed potatoes, and Wasabi Mashed Potatoes.

Servings: 4

 

Ingredients:

1-1/2 teaspoons sesame seeds (white, black or combination)

1-1/2 teaspoons fresh ginger, very finely chopped

2 cloves garlic, very finely chopped

1-1/2 tablespoons honey

1 lb salmon filets (about 1-inch thick), skinless

1 tablespoon sesame oil

2 tablespoons soy sauce

Wasabi Mashed Potatoes

Equipment:

Cooking instruction summary:

Preparation:Preheat the oven to 425°F and generously spray a shallow baking pan with nonstick spray.

 

Nutrition Information:

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221k Calories
23g Protein
10g Total Fat
6g Carbs
38% Health Score
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Calories
221k
11%

Fat
10g
17%

  Saturated Fat
1g
10%

Carbohydrates
6g
2%

  Sugar
4g
5%

Cholesterol
62mg
21%

Sodium
553mg
24%

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Protein
23g
48%

Vitamin B12
3µg
60%

Selenium
41µg
60%

Vitamin B6
0.98mg
49%

Vitamin B3
9mg
47%

Vitamin B2
0.45mg
27%

Phosphorus
245mg
25%

Vitamin B5
1mg
19%

Vitamin B1
0.27mg
18%

Potassium
599mg
17%

Copper
0.33mg
16%

Magnesium
40mg
10%

Folate
31µg
8%

Iron
1mg
7%

Zinc
0.87mg
6%

Manganese
0.11mg
6%

Calcium
25mg
3%

Vitamin C
1mg
2%

Fiber
0.34g
1%

covered percent of daily need
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