This isn’t a full-blown lie; she does cook the food she photographs. But the pictures are dishonest in the sense that they make it look like she’s got the perfect little life. Where’s the photo of all the dirty dishes? Where’s the photo of the wrong iced tea? Where’s the photo of your inner dissatisfaction with suburban mundanity? If you were a good person, Deb, you’d figure out how to take a picture of your inner dissatisfaction with suburban mundanity.
...I will end you, Deborah!