Monday, June 27, 2011


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.

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