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The morning light filtered through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes in the air. Sarah stirred her tea, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic mug. She glanced at the notepad on the counter, filled with sketches of garden layouts. Th
e tomato plants were coming in nicely this year, much better than last season's attempt. She made a mental note to pick up some more stakes from the hardware store later. Her neighbor, Leo, had mentioned a new variety of rosemary that was particularl
y resilient. She wondered if it would pair well with the lavender she already had planted along the walkway. The cat wound its way around her ankles, purring insistently. "Yes, yes, I know it's breakfast time," she said with a laugh. The morning pape
r was still on the table, unopened. She preferred the quiet of the early hours before the day's news settled in. Outside, a bird was building a nest in the eaves, a flurry of twigs and determined activity. It reminded her of her grandfather, who coul
d identify every bird call by ear. He'd taught her the difference between a chickadee's song and a sparrow's. Those summer visits felt both recent and a lifetime ago. The kettle began to whistle a second time, a sharper, more urgent sound. She poured
the hot water over the tea leaves, watching them swirl and expand. The aroma of bergamot filled the kitchen. It was going to be a good day for transplanting those seedlings, she decided. The soil was just damp enough from the overnight dew.
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Omaha Steaks is providing a gourmet sampler for this program. You will not be billed for the sampler. Our process ensures each cut is hand-selected and immediately flash-frozen to preserve its quality and flavor from our facility to you.
The contents of the sampler are listed below. This collection is part of our standard offering, typically valued above six hundred dollars.
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Four Filet Mignons
Six Top Sirloin Steaks
Four Ribeye Steaks
Four New York Strip Steaks
Availability is based on program allocation.
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The workshop was filled with the scent of pine and varnish. Ben ran his hand along the smooth edge of the tabletop, checking for any imperfections. The grain of the wood flowed like a river across the surface. He'd found the slab of maple at a local
mill over a year ago, knowing immediately what it could become. His dog, a old retriever named Duke, snoozed in a patch of sunlight on the concrete floor. The radio played softly, a classical station that helped him focus. Each tool had its place on
the wall, outlines drawn so everything could be returned. It was a system his father had taught him. The importance of order, of respecting your materials. He selected a chisel, feeling its familiar weight in his palm. The project was a gift for his
sister's new home. A dining table, something solid and lasting around which memories could gather. He thought about the meals that would be shared there, the conversations that would flow as easily as the wood grain. Outside, a light rain began to fa
ll, tapping gently on the skylight. It was a good sound, a productive sound. He measured twice, the pencil mark faint and precise. The saw's hum was a steady, confident song. He remembered helping his grandfather in a similar shop, the patient lesson
s on dovetail joints and the right way to apply a finish. Those were lessons not just about wood, but about attention, about seeing a project through from a rough idea to a finished piece you could be proud of. He wiped a bit of sawdust from the edge
and smiled. The table was beginning to look like the picture in his mind. Duke let out a contented sigh in his sleep. Later, he'd make a pot of coffee and call his sister, just to hear about her day. For now, the work was its own reward, the quiet c
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e tomato plants were coming in nicely this year, much better than last season's attempt. She made a mental note to pick up some more stakes from the hardware store later. Her neighbor, Leo, had mentioned a new variety of rosemary that was particularl
y resilient. She wondered if it would pair well with the lavender she already had planted along the walkway. The cat wound its way around her ankles, purring insistently. "Yes, yes, I know it's breakfast time," she said with a laugh. The morning pape
r was still on the table, unopened. She preferred the quiet of the early hours before the day's news settled in. Outside, a bird was building a nest in the eaves, a flurry of twigs and determined activity. It reminded her of her grandfather, who coul
d identify every bird call by ear. He'd taught her the difference between a chickadee's song and a sparrow's. Those summer visits felt both recent and a lifetime ago. The kettle began to whistle a second time, a sharper, more urgent sound. She poured
the hot water over the tea leaves, watching them swirl and expand. The aroma of bergamot filled the kitchen. It was going to be a good day for transplanting those seedlings, she decided. The soil was just damp enough from the overnight dew.
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mill over a year ago, knowing immediately what it could become. His dog, a old retriever named Duke, snoozed in a patch of sunlight on the concrete floor. The radio played softly, a classical station that helped him focus. Each tool had its place on
the wall, outlines drawn so everything could be returned. It was a system his father had taught him. The importance of order, of respecting your materials. He selected a chisel, feeling its familiar weight in his palm. The project was a gift for his
sister's new home. A dining table, something solid and lasting around which memories could gather. He thought about the meals that would be shared there, the conversations that would flow as easily as the wood grain. Outside, a light rain began to fa
ll, tapping gently on the skylight. It was a good sound, a productive sound. He measured twice, the pencil mark faint and precise. The saw's hum was a steady, confident song. He remembered helping his grandfather in a similar shop, the patient lesson
s on dovetail joints and the right way to apply a finish. Those were lessons not just about wood, but about attention, about seeing a project through from a rough idea to a finished piece you could be proud of. He wiped a bit of sawdust from the edge
and smiled. The table was beginning to look like the picture in his mind. Duke let out a contented sigh in his sleep. Later, he'd make a pot of coffee and call his sister, just to hear about her day. For now, the work was its own reward, the quiet c
reation of something meant to last.
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