A life without ice cream is no life at all

Tonight I very excitedly used a recipe in my new Food Network magazine to make Thai Red Curry Mahi Mahi Salad.

Quite a name, right?  It was quite a recipe.  I think it actually would have turned out well, except I’m scared of my broiler and so I couldn’t follow the directions.  I have a broiler, but it’s one of those ones at the very bottom of a very small, very old oven, and every time I open it I freak out a little.

So, I just stuck the fish in the oven, which didn’t get it all brown and crispy like the ones in the picture.  I actually didn’t really like the fish at all, probably for this reason.  I gave almost my whole piece to Chris in exchange for his cucumbers and red peppers.  The salad dressing, by the way, is pretty awesome.

In other news, I found out the other day that I am probably lactose intolerant, which is mildly depressing.  I am not supposed to eat any dairy for two weeks, just to test the situation, I guess.  I’m actually fine with the whole milk and cheese thing, although it cuts back on my cottage cheese progress significantly.  I’m more so concerned about things like Sun Chips and ice cream and milk chocolate and and yogurt and ice cream and cookies and ice cream and cake and, seriously, what the hell am I supposed to have for a snack?  Today I had an apple and peanut butter, but yesterday I popped a bag of popcorn, realized buttered popcorn = dairy, and had to throw it away.

And, by the way, this means that I won’t be getting my abs of steel via Jay Robb whey protein any time soon.  Because obviously, that’s the only thing standing in my way.