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The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the kitchen table. I stirred my tea, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic. Outside, a bird was trying out a new song, a series of short, inquisitive chirps. It reminded m
e of learning to play the piano, those first hesitant notes before a melody takes shape. My neighbor's dog barked once, a sharp sound that echoed down the quiet street, then settled. I thought about the book I was reading, a historical novel set in a
coastal town. The author described the smell of salt and seaweed so vividly I could almost taste it. The protagonist was walking along a pier, the wooden planks creaking underfoot. I made a mental note to ask my friend if she'd read it. She usually
has good recommendations. The mail truck rumbled by, a familiar sound marking the mid-morning hour. I wondered if the package I was expecting had shipped. It was just some gardening tools, new gloves and a trowel. The old ones had finally worn out af
ter many seasons. My rosemary plant on the windowsill needed watering. It's surprisingly resilient, that plant. It thrives on a bit of neglect. The phone buzzed with a text message. It was my sister, sending a picture of her cat sleeping in a sunbeam
. The cat was sprawled in a position that looked profoundly uncomfortable, yet perfectly content. I smiled and sent back a heart emoji. The hum of the refrigerator kicked on, a steady background noise I usually didn't notice. It's funny the things th
at become the soundtrack to your day. I finished my tea, the leaves settling at the bottom of the cup. Later, I might go for a walk. The weather report said it would be clear all afternoon. The park is nice this time of year, with the new leaves on t
he trees. I should remember to bring my binoculars; sometimes you can see hawks circling over the field. It's a good day for it.
Omaha Steaks
Premium cuts, delivered with precision.
A Gourmet Sampler from Our Kitchen
Omaha Steaks is providing a selection of our gourmet sampler boxes to participants. This is made available at no charge to you. We have allocated 500 samplers for this program. One sampler is available per household. This opportunity concludes tomorr
ow.
See What's Included
Each cut in this sampler is hand-selected by our team and immediately flash-frozen. This process preserves the texture and flavor from our facility to your home.
The sampler you may receive contains the following items. This collection represents a variety of our most appreciated cuts.
Four Ribeye Steaks
Six Top Sirloin Steaks
Four New York Strip Steaks
Four Filet Mignons
Additional gourmet selections
The sampler is part of a specific program with a defined quantity available. Participation is subject to these program terms.
We appreciate your interest in Omaha Steaks.
The conversation drifted to weekend plans. I mentioned wanting to try that new bakery that opened downtown. The one with the blue awning. My friend said she'd heard their sourdough was excellent. We debated the merits of different types of bread. Rye
versus pumpernickel. It was a light, easy discussion. The kind you have when you're just catching up. She described her attempt at growing tomatoes on her balcony. The plants were growing tall, she said, but no fruit yet. I suggested maybe they need
ed more sun. Or different soil. Gardening is a lot of trial and error. A truck passed by on the street, its engine noise fading into the distance. We talked about a movie that had recently been released. Neither of us had seen it, but we'd read the r
eviews. They were mixed. Some praised the cinematography, others found the plot slow. I usually prefer faster-paced stories, but sometimes a slow burn is good. It depends on your mood. My friend said she'd rather read the book first. That's often the
case. The book usually has more detail. The clock on the wall ticked steadily. It was an old analog clock with a slightly loud tick. I've grown accustomed to the sound. It's comforting in its regularity. We made a tentative plan to meet for coffee n
ext week. Tuesday morning, perhaps. The cafe by the river is nice when it's not too crowded. They have those big, comfortable armchairs. The kind you can sink into. We ended the call with promises to talk soon. After hanging up, the room felt quiet a
gain. But it was a pleasant quiet. The sun had moved across the floor. The light was warmer now, more golden. It would be evening before long. I thought about what to make for dinner. Something simple. Pasta, maybe. With a fresh herb sauce. I have ba
sil growing in a pot. It's thriving this year. The simple routines of the day, the small conversations, the planning of meals—these are the threads that make up the fabric of ordinary life. And there's a deep value in that ordinary fabric. It's stu
rdy and reliable. It's the backdrop for everything else. Later, I might listen to some music. An old jazz record I haven't played in a while. The one with the trumpet solo that always gives me chills. Music has a way of filling spaces in a different
way than conversation. It's a language of its own. The day was winding down, but not unpleasantly so. It felt complete, like a well-written paragraph coming to a natural close. There was nothing dramatic, nothing urgent, just the gentle progression o
f hours. And sometimes, that is precisely what is needed. A day without demands, just moments strung together like beads on a string. Each one simple, each one its own small world. I watered the rosemary plant. It perked up almost immediately, the gr
een needles looking brighter. Resilient, like I said. It's a good quality in a plant. And perhaps in people, too.
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The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the kitchen table. I stirred my tea, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic. Outside, a bird was trying out a new song, a series of short, inquisitive chirps. It reminded m
e of learning to play the piano, those first hesitant notes before a melody takes shape. My neighbor's dog barked once, a sharp sound that echoed down the quiet street, then settled. I thought about the book I was reading, a historical novel set in a
coastal town. The author described the smell of salt and seaweed so vividly I could almost taste it. The protagonist was walking along a pier, the wooden planks creaking underfoot. I made a mental note to ask my friend if she'd read it. She usually
has good recommendations. The mail truck rumbled by, a familiar sound marking the mid-morning hour. I wondered if the package I was expecting had shipped. It was just some gardening tools, new gloves and a trowel. The old ones had finally worn out af
ter many seasons. My rosemary plant on the windowsill needed watering. It's surprisingly resilient, that plant. It thrives on a bit of neglect. The phone buzzed with a text message. It was my sister, sending a picture of her cat sleeping in a sunbeam
. The cat was sprawled in a position that looked profoundly uncomfortable, yet perfectly content. I smiled and sent back a heart emoji. The hum of the refrigerator kicked on, a steady background noise I usually didn't notice. It's funny the things th
at become the soundtrack to your day. I finished my tea, the leaves settling at the bottom of the cup. Later, I might go for a walk. The weather report said it would be clear all afternoon. The park is nice this time of year, with the new leaves on t
he trees. I should remember to bring my binoculars; sometimes you can see hawks circling over the field. It's a good day for it.
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<p style="margin:0 0 20px 0;color:#3a3a3a;font-size:16px;">Each cut in this sampler is hand-selected by our team and immediately flash-frozen. This process preserves the texture and flavor from our facility to your home.</p>
<p style="margin:0 0 25px 0;color:#3a3a3a;font-size:16px;">The sampler you may receive contains the following items. This collection represents a variety of our most appreciated cuts.</p>
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The conversation drifted to weekend plans. I mentioned wanting to try that new bakery that opened downtown. The one with the blue awning. My friend said she'd heard their sourdough was excellent. We debated the merits of different types of bread. Rye
versus pumpernickel. It was a light, easy discussion. The kind you have when you're just catching up. She described her attempt at growing tomatoes on her balcony. The plants were growing tall, she said, but no fruit yet. I suggested maybe they need
ed more sun. Or different soil. Gardening is a lot of trial and error. A truck passed by on the street, its engine noise fading into the distance. We talked about a movie that had recently been released. Neither of us had seen it, but we'd read the r
eviews. They were mixed. Some praised the cinematography, others found the plot slow. I usually prefer faster-paced stories, but sometimes a slow burn is good. It depends on your mood. My friend said she'd rather read the book first. That's often the
case. The book usually has more detail. The clock on the wall ticked steadily. It was an old analog clock with a slightly loud tick. I've grown accustomed to the sound. It's comforting in its regularity. We made a tentative plan to meet for coffee n
ext week. Tuesday morning, perhaps. The cafe by the river is nice when it's not too crowded. They have those big, comfortable armchairs. The kind you can sink into. We ended the call with promises to talk soon. After hanging up, the room felt quiet a
gain. But it was a pleasant quiet. The sun had moved across the floor. The light was warmer now, more golden. It would be evening before long. I thought about what to make for dinner. Something simple. Pasta, maybe. With a fresh herb sauce. I have ba
sil growing in a pot. It's thriving this year. The simple routines of the day, the small conversations, the planning of meals—these are the threads that make up the fabric of ordinary life. And there's a deep value in that ordinary fabric. It's stu
rdy and reliable. It's the backdrop for everything else. Later, I might listen to some music. An old jazz record I haven't played in a while. The one with the trumpet solo that always gives me chills. Music has a way of filling spaces in a different
way than conversation. It's a language of its own. The day was winding down, but not unpleasantly so. It felt complete, like a well-written paragraph coming to a natural close. There was nothing dramatic, nothing urgent, just the gentle progression o
f hours. And sometimes, that is precisely what is needed. A day without demands, just moments strung together like beads on a string. Each one simple, each one its own small world. I watered the rosemary plant. It perked up almost immediately, the gr
een needles looking brighter. Resilient, like I said. It's a good quality in a plant. And perhaps in people, too.
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