My mother has a pet peeve.
People will say they are going to
"make a turkey," or some other such thing,
to which she will respond,
"you are going to prepare a turkey. Only God can make a turkey."
I have heard this so many times over the course of my life
that I now say the same thing.
So I have been hesitant to say that I
made a Chateaubriand.
But, I did.
It's an act of butchering.
Not an act of God.