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The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the old wooden desk. I shuffled the papers, the quiet hum of the office a familiar backdrop. Across the room, Jamie was already at it, typing away with a focused intensity. "You s
ee the forecast for the weekend" I asked, leaning back in my chair. The squeak was loud in the quiet space. Jamie looked up, pushing glasses up a nose. "Supposed to be clear. Finally. I was thinking of taking the dog out to the trails by the reservoi
r. He's been cooped up all week." I nodded, thinking of my own weekend plans, which involved little more than a new book and a very comfortable couch. "Sounds good. Those trails get muddy though, after all that rain." "That's part of the fun," Jamie
said with a grin, returning to the screen. The phone on my desk rang, a sharp, electronic sound. I picked it up, listening to the request from the logistics team. It was about scheduling, about timelines, about making sure everything flowed smoothly
from one point to the next. I made a note on the pad next to me, the pen scratching softly. After the call, I stood and walked to the window. The city was waking up properly now, cars moving in steady streams below. It was a view I'd seen a thousand
times, but it never quite looked the same. The clouds were breaking apart, promising that sunshine Jamie mentioned. "You want coffee" Jamie asked, standing and stretching. "I'm making a run." "Sure," I said. "Black, please." As Jamie left, the office
settled back into its productive silence. I returned to my desk, to the list of tasks that needed attention. It was a rhythm, a pattern of work and conversation that built the days into weeks. The door down the hall opened and closed, voices passing
by in a brief, cheerful wave. Later, we'd likely discuss the project updates, align on the next steps. For now, it was just the quiet and the work, the simple anticipation of a weekend that felt deserved. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, a rel
iable metronome to the morning.
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<span style="font-size:16px;color:#6a6a6a;font-style:italic;">Premium cuts delivered, crafted for your table.</span>
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<h1 style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:28px;color:#2e2e2e;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:10px;line-height:1.3;">A Gourmet Sampler from Our Kitchen</h1>
<p style="font-size:18px;color:#8a1a1f;margin-bottom:20px;font-weight:bold;border-bottom:1px dashed #e3dbd2;padding-bottom:15px;">We are providing a selection of our steaks at no charge to participants.</p>
<p style="font-size:16px;line-height:1.6;color:#3a3a3a;margin-bottom:15px;">Omaha Steaks has allocated 500 gourmet sampler boxes for this program. Each sampler is provided at no charge to the recipient. This is limited to one sampler per household.</
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<p style="font-size:16px;line-height:1.6;color:#3a3a3a;margin-bottom:25px;padding-bottom:15px;border-bottom:1px solid #f5efe6;">Please note, this offer concludes at the end of the day Tomorrow. Our master butchers hand-select each cut, which is then
flash-frozen to preserve its natural flavor and quality.</p>
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<p style="font-size:15px;color:#5a5a5a;margin-bottom:20px;">The following items are included in the gourmet sampler box. The regular price for a comparable collection is over six hundred dollars.</p>
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<td width="50%" style="padding:15px;background-color:#faf6f0;border-right:1px solid #e3dbd2;font-size:16px;color:#3a3a3a;">6 Top Sirloin Steaks</td>
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<td width="50%" style="padding:15px;background-color:#ffffff;border-right:1px solid #e3dbd2;font-size:16px;color:#3a3a3a;">4 Filet Mignon Steaks</td>
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<p style="font-size:14px;color:#787878;font-style:italic;margin-top:15px;padding:10px;background-color:#f9f5ee;border-radius:4px;">Quantities for this program are set by the allocation and cannot be adjusted.</p>
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<p style="font-size:15px;line-height:1.6;color:#3a3a3a;margin-bottom:20px;">Each steak in your sampler is prepared with the same care we've practiced for generations. Flash-freezing captures the flavor at its peak, ensuring a remarkable experience wh
en you prepare them.</p>
<p style="font-size:15px;line-height:1.6;color:#3a3a3a;margin-bottom:0;">You will not be billed for the sampler. We invite you to review the details of this program.</p>
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<p style="font-size:14px;color:#5a5a5a;margin-bottom:5px;">We appreciate your interest in Omaha Steaks.</p>
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<p style="font-size:12px;color:#787878;margin-top:15px;">Omaha Steaks, 11030 Q Street, Omaha, NE 68137</p>
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The park was nearly empty, just a few dedicated souls walking dogs or jogging along the paved paths. I found my usual bench, the one under the large oak tree, and sat down. The book in my hand was one I'd been meaning to read for months. The pages sm
elled new, a crisp, inky smell. I got through a chapter before the stillness was broken. "Mind if I join you" an older gentleman asked, gesturing to the other end of the bench. "Not at all," I said, shifting my bag. He sat with a sigh, placing a worn
canvas hat beside him. We sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, watching a squirrel perform acrobatics on a nearby branch. "He's ambitious," the man said, a smile in his voice. I laughed. "Trying to get to that bird feeder, I think." "Alwa
ys is." He pulled out a small notebook and a pencil, sketching quickly. I tried not to look, focusing on my book, but my curiosity got the better of me. "You come here to draw" I asked. He nodded, not looking up. "Most days. The light is good in the
morning. The subjects are always changing." I glanced at the page. He was capturing the squirrel, its body poised mid-leap. "That's really good," I said, genuinely impressed. "Thank you. It's just a hobby. Helps me see things more clearly." He finish
ed with a few shading strokes and closed the book. "What are you reading" I showed him the cover. He nodded approvingly. "A good choice. The author has a way with dialogue." We talked about books for a while, then about the neighborhood, the new bake
ry that had opened, the library renovation. His name was Arthur, and he'd lived here for forty years. He told stories about how the park used to look, the trees that were planted, the old fountain that was now gone. Time passed easily. My phone buzze
d in my pocket, a reminder for a later appointment. "I should get going," I said, standing. "It was nice talking with you." "You too," Arthur said, tipping his imaginary hat. "Enjoy the rest of your book." I walked away, feeling lighter. The interact
ion was simple, unexpected, and human. It reminded me of the value of looking up, of sharing a bench, of noticing the squirrels. The day felt fuller for it. I decided I'd come back to this bench again, maybe with a second cup of coffee, and see if Ar
thur was there with his notebook, capturing the world one sketch at a time. The walk home was slower, more observant. I noticed the colors of the flowers in a garden, the way the wind moved the leaves. It was a good morning.
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The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the old wooden desk. I shuffled the papers, the quiet hum of the office a familiar backdrop. Across the room, Jamie was already at it, typing away with a focused intensity. "You s
ee the forecast for the weekend" I asked, leaning back in my chair. The squeak was loud in the quiet space. Jamie looked up, pushing glasses up a nose. "Supposed to be clear. Finally. I was thinking of taking the dog out to the trails by the reservoi
r. He's been cooped up all week." I nodded, thinking of my own weekend plans, which involved little more than a new book and a very comfortable couch. "Sounds good. Those trails get muddy though, after all that rain." "That's part of the fun," Jamie
said with a grin, returning to the screen. The phone on my desk rang, a sharp, electronic sound. I picked it up, listening to the request from the logistics team. It was about scheduling, about timelines, about making sure everything flowed smoothly
from one point to the next. I made a note on the pad next to me, the pen scratching softly. After the call, I stood and walked to the window. The city was waking up properly now, cars moving in steady streams below. It was a view I'd seen a thousand
times, but it never quite looked the same. The clouds were breaking apart, promising that sunshine Jamie mentioned. "You want coffee" Jamie asked, standing and stretching. "I'm making a run." "Sure," I said. "Black, please." As Jamie left, the office
settled back into its productive silence. I returned to my desk, to the list of tasks that needed attention. It was a rhythm, a pattern of work and conversation that built the days into weeks. The door down the hall opened and closed, voices passing
by in a brief, cheerful wave. Later, we'd likely discuss the project updates, align on the next steps. For now, it was just the quiet and the work, the simple anticipation of a weekend that felt deserved. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, a rel
iable metronome to the morning.
OMAHA STEAKS
Premium cuts delivered, crafted for your table.
A Gourmet Sampler from Our Kitchen
We are providing a selection of our steaks at no charge to participants.
Omaha Steaks has allocated 500 gourmet sampler boxes for this program. Each sampler is provided at no charge to the recipient. This is limited to one sampler per household.
Please note, this offer concludes at the end of the day Tomorrow. Our master butchers hand-select each cut, which is then flash-frozen to preserve its natural flavor and quality.
See What's Included
Your Sampler Contents
The following items are included in the gourmet sampler box. The regular price for a comparable collection is over six hundred dollars.
6 Top Sirloin Steaks
4 New York Strip Steaks
4 Filet Mignon Steaks
4 Ribeye Steaks
Quantities for this program are set by the allocation and cannot be adjusted.
Each steak in your sampler is prepared with the same care we've practiced for generations. Flash-freezing captures the flavor at its peak, ensuring a remarkable experience when you prepare them.
You will not be billed for the sampler. We invite you to review the details of this program.
We appreciate your interest in Omaha Steaks.
Omaha Steaks, 11030 Q Street, Omaha, NE 68137
The park was nearly empty, just a few dedicated souls walking dogs or jogging along the paved paths. I found my usual bench, the one under the large oak tree, and sat down. The book in my hand was one I'd been meaning to read for months. The pages sm
elled new, a crisp, inky smell. I got through a chapter before the stillness was broken. "Mind if I join you" an older gentleman asked, gesturing to the other end of the bench. "Not at all," I said, shifting my bag. He sat with a sigh, placing a worn
canvas hat beside him. We sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, watching a squirrel perform acrobatics on a nearby branch. "He's ambitious," the man said, a smile in his voice. I laughed. "Trying to get to that bird feeder, I think." "Alwa
ys is." He pulled out a small notebook and a pencil, sketching quickly. I tried not to look, focusing on my book, but my curiosity got the better of me. "You come here to draw" I asked. He nodded, not looking up. "Most days. The light is good in the
morning. The subjects are always changing." I glanced at the page. He was capturing the squirrel, its body poised mid-leap. "That's really good," I said, genuinely impressed. "Thank you. It's just a hobby. Helps me see things more clearly." He finish
ed with a few shading strokes and closed the book. "What are you reading" I showed him the cover. He nodded approvingly. "A good choice. The author has a way with dialogue." We talked about books for a while, then about the neighborhood, the new bake
ry that had opened, the library renovation. His name was Arthur, and he'd lived here for forty years. He told stories about how the park used to look, the trees that were planted, the old fountain that was now gone. Time passed easily. My phone buzze
d in my pocket, a reminder for a later appointment. "I should get going," I said, standing. "It was nice talking with you." "You too," Arthur said, tipping his imaginary hat. "Enjoy the rest of your book." I walked away, feeling lighter. The interact
ion was simple, unexpected, and human. It reminded me of the value of looking up, of sharing a bench, of noticing the squirrels. The day felt fuller for it. I decided I'd come back to this bench again, maybe with a second cup of coffee, and see if Ar
thur was there with his notebook, capturing the world one sketch at a time. The walk home was slower, more observant. I noticed the colors of the flowers in a garden, the way the wind moved the leaves. It was a good morning.
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