Greek Style Snapper On The Grill

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CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Seafood	Greek	Seafood	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1/2	c	Olive oil
3	T	Melted butter
1		Crushed garlic clove
2	T	Grated parmesan
1	t	Oregano
1/4	t	Lemon pepper
1/4	t	Seasoned salt
2	T	Fresh lemon juice
1	lb	Red snapper fillets

INSTRUCTIONS

In bowl combine oil, butter, cheese, oregano, lemon pepper, salt &
lemon juice.  Add fish; turn to coat evenly. Cover with plastic wrap &
refrigerate 1 hour.  Drain fish, reserving marinade. Place fillets
skin side down in oiled grill basket; grill 3-4 minutes per side.
Brush fish with marinade during grilling.  File
ftp://ftp.idiscover.co.uk/pub/food/mealmaster/recipes/mmkah001.zip

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