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未取得食品经营许可的个人,不得通过互联网销售自制食品。虽然这种说法已经很早就开始被传播，但如何限定，具体实施办法等一直没有提上日程。近日，焙小仙浏览资讯获知，《网络食品经营监督管理办法》(试行)将于月底出台，这意味着网络订餐、朋友圈美食将面临更为严格的监管。

下面焙小仙給大家普及一下具體整改的要求和實施辦法，給大家敲個警鍾(比較嚴肅有木有~但是真的很重要!)。

具體整改要求：

《办法》要求, 第三方平台提供者要与所在地食药监管部门建立联络人制度, 定期报送入网食品经营者台账等信息; 入网食品经营者不得通过互联网销售散装熟食、无包装的散装食品,未取得食品经营许可的个人, 不得通过互联网销售自制的食品。

在這裏焙小仙一定要提醒消費者，在網上買烘焙食品時一定要讓對方提供相關證照。如此，我們不僅爲食品監管奉獻了自身的力量，也是爲自己和家人的健康負責。最重要的是，私房烘焙網售者一定要具備相關的證照才能售賣商品，萬萬不可以身試法，既給社會帶來危害，又給自己造成麻煩，丟失了信譽。

具體辦法實施：

针对网络订餐,《办法》规定, 外卖平台须对入驻商家严格审核, 消费者点外卖吃出问题, 可向外卖制作餐馆和外卖平台索赔。从事网络订餐服务的经营者应在其网站首页醒目位置公示其餐饮服务食品安全量化分级管理信息、经营项目, 食品包装上应加贴封签,标示食品加工制作时间和消费时限。

之前在朋友圈售卖自制糕点出问题的也是屡见不鲜，这就给一些私房烘焙和DIY烘焙者们提了个醒大多数都没有办理任何证照，但顾及到并没有相应的法律法规，所以大都是苦水往肚里咽，可如今不同了，有了这些规定，消费者可以把这些漏网之鱼公之于众，并进行索赔。想想事情的严重性，焙小仙也捏了一把冷汗呢，那么我们该如何做才能达标呢?如何才能让消费者放心购买呢?让焙小仙来给你支支招~

私房烘焙師自身要注意的問題：

一定要去申請《食品經營許可證》等必要相關證照;

向顧客展示自己的證照，使其放心;

發出制作過程和制作環境的照片;

給予消費者購貨憑證、真實的聯系方式、交易記錄。

産品本身要注意的問題：

安全、安全、安全!重要的事要說三遍~

保證材料的新鮮、綠色;

在食品包裝上加貼封簽，標注食品加工制作的時間和存儲時限。

其他要注意的問題：

做好細節控制，爲突擊事件制定方案，如貨品有缺陷或其他問題，給予退款及保證;

送餐人員應當取得健康證，穿著潔淨的工作服。

焙小仙贴心建议，做好以上准备再开微店，用产品说话，为自己代言~

網絡食品安全問題出台政策是千呼萬喚始出來，那麽我們實體店呢?是不是有了證照就不需要嚴于律己了呢?是不是就必然比私房烘焙有優勢呢?答案是不言而喻的。

私房烘焙雖然比不上實體店，可它們不需要租店鋪、店面裝修、員工培訓等等一系列複雜的流程就可以獲利，在朋友圈大紅大紫。實體店老板們更要重視食品安全問題，注重産品的營養豐富化和制作精細化，發揮自身的優勢，才能立于不敗之地。

随着消费者对食品多样化、食品安全要求的日益提高，烘焙市场的产品细分势在必行，在安全的基础上，向品牌高档化、时尚个性化、功能多元化等趋势进军，尊重并了解消费者的需求，才能把蛋糕越做越大!

《網絡食品經營監督管理辦法》的出台，對你有什麽影響嗎?你怎麽看待這個管理辦法，不妨都在下方評論告知給焙小仙吧~

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