This is where the accidents magic happens. I’m certainly no professional, but I’d like to think I’d perform better than most of the contestants on “The Worst Cooks in America” (The Food Network). That being said, there are dishes I try to find that will appease my finicky children (they asked for seconds — yay, it’s a keeper!) and then there are the adults-only (jeez, does that sound triple X, or what?) plates where my husband and I aspire to Bobby Flaydom. Oh, and I almost forgot the guilty pleasures of the desserts I love to bake. Again, I don’t have any fancy schmancy photo equipment, just my trusty iPhone and, thanks to my window-treatment-less kitchen, the light of the glaring sun.