People post pictures of their meals and desserts on Facebook, Instagram, and heaven knows where else. And that’s fine. I’ve been known to do it once or twice when I make a fancy batch of cookies or cutesy football Sunday snacks. What bugs me is when someone claims their image is of a “homemade” quality, when it’s clearly not by virtue of appearance or their own bone-headed description of the meal and/or recipe. Just because you poured some canned apples into a pre-made crust and tossed it in the oven, instead of stopping by the bakery, doesn’t mean you’ve presented a homemade apple pie. (Again, nothing wrong with making a pie this way. It’s just not homemade.)
My favorite example of this is my sister. I love my sister, but she’s not the cook in the family. I won’t say who is, but let’s just say she’s a beautiful blogger with a novella entitled Blood in the Past coming out late next month. Anyway, back to my sister. Months ago she invited me and Hubby-pants over for dinner. She poured a jar of sauce into a pot and seasoned it. All the while she stirred and tasted. Held the wooden spoon to my mouth so I could sample her masterpiece. Honest to God she bragged about how pasta sauce is her specialty. And she was serious. She thought she was making sauce. Our grandmother was Italian. I wouldn’t be surprised if the ground above her grave was disturbed from all the turning that went on below it. Personally, it was all I could do to keep my brain from leaking out of my ears.
The reason why I offer up this little anecdote is because of people who claim to do their own editing. Just because you combed your book for errant quotations marks and the-random-misspelled-word-that’s-still-actually-a-word-so-spell-check-missed-it, doesn’t mean it’s edited. Trust me. Do your readers a favor: Save up for an editor. Just because it looks perfect to you, an apt reader would be able to taste, I mean tell, the difference.
Now hire that editor, for the love of homemade apple pie!