Cookin' with Mags

I guess I'm going to have to cook. Good grief. It's the only way I'm going to be able to get a better handle on the nutrition in this house. My husband's been doing the cooking since we met - and well, as my zaftig figure attests - a damn good one. And "good" not so much in the sense of healthy. Carbs, carbs, meat, and carbs. Good for the soul, not so much for the hips, butt, thighs, waist...