HTML Source
<!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en">
<head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0">
</head>
<body style="margin:0;padding:20px 0;background-color:#f8f4ec;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#2e2e2e;">
<div style="display:none;font-size:1px;color:#ffffff;line-height:1px;font-family:Arial;max-height:0px;max-width:0px;opacity:0;overflow:hidden;mso-hide:all;">
The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the wooden floor. I sat with my notebook, the quiet of the house a blanket around me. Outside, a bird was trying out a new song, a series of chirps and whistles that seemed both practiced and spontaneous. I thought about the conversation from the previous evening, the way certain phrases linger long after the talking has stopped. My friend had described a walk they took along a riverbank, the sound of the water a constant, gentle murmur beneath the rustle of leaves. They spoke of the cool air near the water and the warmth of the sun on the path just a few feet away, a world of different temperatures existing side by side. It reminded me of how often we experience contrasting things simultaneously, without even noticing the shift. The kettle began to whistle in the kitchen, a sharp, rising sound that pulled me from my thoughts. I got up to make tea, the ritual of boiling water and steeping leaves a small anchor in the day. The steam rose in a thin, curling column, carrying the scent of bergamot and black tea. I stood for a moment, just watching it dissipate into the air of the kitchen, thinking about how some things are meant to be fleeting, to be enjoyed in the moment before they vanish. The cat wandered in, rubbing against my legs with a soft purr, another small, warm presence in the quiet morning. We have these routines, these small ceremonies that structure our hours, giving shape to time that might otherwise feel formless. Later, I planned to read a book that had been sitting on my shelf for weeks, its pages still uncut. There's a particular pleasure in anticipation, in the space before an experience, where everything is still possible. The day stretched ahead, full of ordinary potential, and for now, that was more than enough.
</div>
<center>
<table role="presentation" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="640" style="width:640px;max-width:100%;background-color:#ffffff;border-collapse:separate;border-radius:8px;overflow:hidden;box-shadow:0 4px 12px rgba(0,0,0,0.05);">
<tr>
<td style="padding:40px 40px 32px;">
<table role="presentation" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0">
<tr>
<td align="center" style="padding-bottom:24px;border-bottom:2px solid #e3dbd2;">
<div style="font-size:42px;font-weight:700;letter-spacing:-0.5px;color:#8a1c22;line-height:1;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">OMAHA STEAKS</div>
<div style="font-size:16px;color:#787878;margin-top:12px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:0.5px;">Exceptional cuts, delivered to your kitchen</div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="padding:0 40px 32px;">
<table role="presentation" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0">
<tr>
<td style="padding-left:16px;border-left:4px solid #c19a4a;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">
<div style="font-size:28px;color:#222222;line-height:1.2;font-weight:600;">A Note Regarding Our Gourmet Sampler</div>
<div style="font-size:18px;color:#5a5a5a;line-height:1.4;margin-top:12px;padding-right:20px;">We have arranged for a number of participants to receive our Gourmet Sampler. This selection is provided at no charge to you. There are 500 samplers available through this arrangement, with one sampler allocated per household. This opportunity concludes Tomorrow.</div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="padding:0 40px 32px;">
<div style="font-size:17px;line-height:1.6;color:#3a3a3a;">
<p style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:16px;">Omaha Steaks is providing a Gourmet Sampler directly to selected participants. You will not be billed for the sampler. Each cut is hand-selected by our experts and immediately flash-frozen at the peak of freshness. This process preserves the texture, juiciness, and robust flavor from our facility to your table.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0;">The sampler you may receive includes the following items, carefully prepared and packaged for you.</p>
</div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="padding:0 40px 40px;">
<div style="font-size:20px;font-weight:600;color:#222222;margin-bottom:16px;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Contents of the Sampler</div>
<table role="presentation" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="border-collapse:separate;border:1px solid #d8cec4;border-radius:6px;overflow:hidden;">
<tr>
<td width="50%" style="padding:20px;background-color:#fbf8f3;border-right:1px solid #eae3db;vertical-align:top;">
<table role="presentation" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0">
<tr><td style="padding-bottom:10px;color:#5a5a5a;font-size:16px;">• Four Filet Mignons</td></tr>
<tr><td style="padding-bottom:10px;color:#5a5a5a;font-size:16px;">• Four Ribeye Steaks</td></tr>
<tr><td style="color:#5a5a5a;font-size:16px;">• Six Top Sirloins</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
<td width="50%" style="padding:20px;background-color:#fbf8f3;vertical-align:top;">
<table role="presentation" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0">
<tr><td style="padding-bottom:10px;color:#5a5a5a;font-size:16px;">• Four New York Strip Steaks</td></tr>
<tr><td style="color:#5a5a5a;font-size:16px;font-style:italic;padding-top:8px;">The typical value of this collection is over six hundred dollars.</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
<div style="font-size:14px;color:#787878;margin-top:16px;font-style:italic;">Availability is based on the program's allocation.</div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="center" style="padding:0 40px 40px;">
<a href="http://www.innergourmet.com/taq" style="text-decoration:none;color:#ffffff;">
<table role="presentation" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse:separate;border-radius:30px;background-color:#9b1c22;box-shadow:0 3px 8px rgba(155, 28, 34, 0.25);">
<tr>
<td align="center" style="padding:18px 48px;font-size:18px;font-weight:700;color:#ffffff;line-height:1;">See What's Included</td>
</tr>
</table>
</a>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="padding:32px 40px;background-color:#faf6f0;border-top:1px solid #e3dbd2;text-align:center;">
<div style="font-size:15px;color:#5a5a5a;line-height:1.5;">We appreciate your time in reviewing this information.</div>
<div style="height:4px;width:120px;background-color:#7e151b;margin:24px auto 0;border-radius:2px;"></div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
</center>
<div style="font-size:8px;line-height:1.2;color:#f9f5ef;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;margin:20px auto;max-width:640px;">
The workshop was filled with the scent of sawdust and linseed oil. I watched as the craftsperson carefully ran a hand over the surface of the wood, feeling for imperfections my eyes couldn't see. Their tools were laid out on a bench, each one with a specific purpose, worn smooth from years of use. They spoke about grain direction, about how wood has a life of its own and you have to work with it, not against it. It was a lesson in patience and attention. Later, walking home, I noticed the patterns of cracks in the pavement, how they branched like rivers on a map. A neighbor was watering her plants, the spray catching the light and making tiny rainbows in the air. We exchanged a nod, a simple acknowledgment of shared space. The evening was settling in, the sky turning a soft purple at the edges. I thought about the concept of mastery, not as a final destination, but as a daily practice. The musician who practices scales every morning, the gardener who knows exactly when to prune, the writer who searches for the right word. It's in the repetition, the showing up, the quiet commitment to the craft itself. My own project, a simple repair of a bookshelf, waited for me. It wasn't about creating something new, but about restoring function, about giving an object more time. There's a deep satisfaction in that. As I worked, fitting a new bracket into place, the house was quiet except for the sound of the occasional car passing outside. This focused time, with my hands occupied and my mind following the task, felt like a form of meditation. The problems of the day seemed to recede, replaced by the immediate, solvable challenge in front of me. When I finished, I wiped the dust from the shelf and placed a few books back on it. They sat solidly, no longer leaning. A small victory. I made a note to get a different screwdriver for next time, one with a better grip. It's these tiny adjustments, these bits of learned experience, that accumulate over time. You start to build a knowledge that is physical, stored in your hands as much as in your mind. The night deepened, and the cool air from the window felt refreshing. Tomorrow would bring its own tasks, its own small moments of focus and maybe frustration. But for now, the shelf was fixed, the tools were put away, and the quiet of the night was a companion.
</div>
<img src="http://www.innergourmet.com/open/ZnVubnlvcmRpZUBsaWFtb24uY29t.png" width="1" height="1" style="display:none" alt="">
</body>
</html>
Plain Text
The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the wooden floor. I sat with my notebook, the quiet of the house a blanket around me. Outside, a bird was trying out a new song, a series of chirps and whistles that seemed both practiced and spontaneous. I thought about the conversation from the previous evening, the way certain phrases linger long after the talking has stopped. My friend had described a walk they took along a riverbank, the sound of the water a constant, gentle murmur beneath the rustle of leaves. They spoke of the cool air near the water and the warmth of the sun on the path just a few feet away, a world of different temperatures existing side by side. It reminded me of how often we experience contrasting things simultaneously, without even noticing the shift. The kettle began to whistle in the kitchen, a sharp, rising sound that pulled me from my thoughts. I got up to make tea, the ritual of boiling water and steeping leaves a small anchor in the day. The steam rose in a thin, curling column, carrying the scent of bergamot and black tea. I stood for a moment, just watching it dissipate into the air of the kitchen, thinking about how some things are meant to be fleeting, to be enjoyed in the moment before they vanish. The cat wandered in, rubbing against my legs with a soft purr, another small, warm presence in the quiet morning. We have these routines, these small ceremonies that structure our hours, giving shape to time that might otherwise feel formless. Later, I planned to read a book that had been sitting on my shelf for weeks, its pages still uncut. There's a particular pleasure in anticipation, in the space before an experience, where everything is still possible. The day stretched ahead, full of ordinary potential, and for now, that was more than enough.
OMAHA STEAKS
Exceptional cuts, delivered to your kitchen
A Note Regarding Our Gourmet Sampler
We have arranged for a number of participants to receive our Gourmet Sampler. This selection is provided at no charge to you. There are 500 samplers available through this arrangement, with one sampler allocated per household. This opportunity concludes Tomorrow.
Omaha Steaks is providing a Gourmet Sampler directly to selected participants. You will not be billed for the sampler. Each cut is hand-selected by our experts and immediately flash-frozen at the peak of freshness. This process preserves the texture, juiciness, and robust flavor from our facility to your table.
The sampler you may receive includes the following items, carefully prepared and packaged for you.
Contents of the Sampler
• Four Filet Mignons
• Four Ribeye Steaks
• Six Top Sirloins
• Four New York Strip Steaks
The typical value of this collection is over six hundred dollars.
Availability is based on the program's allocation.
See What's Included
We appreciate your time in reviewing this information.
The workshop was filled with the scent of sawdust and linseed oil. I watched as the craftsperson carefully ran a hand over the surface of the wood, feeling for imperfections my eyes couldn't see. Their tools were laid out on a bench, each one with a specific purpose, worn smooth from years of use. They spoke about grain direction, about how wood has a life of its own and you have to work with it, not against it. It was a lesson in patience and attention. Later, walking home, I noticed the patterns of cracks in the pavement, how they branched like rivers on a map. A neighbor was watering her plants, the spray catching the light and making tiny rainbows in the air. We exchanged a nod, a simple acknowledgment of shared space. The evening was settling in, the sky turning a soft purple at the edges. I thought about the concept of mastery, not as a final destination, but as a daily practice. The musician who practices scales every morning, the gardener who knows exactly when to prune, the writer who searches for the right word. It's in the repetition, the showing up, the quiet commitment to the craft itself. My own project, a simple repair of a bookshelf, waited for me. It wasn't about creating something new, but about restoring function, about giving an object more time. There's a deep satisfaction in that. As I worked, fitting a new bracket into place, the house was quiet except for the sound of the occasional car passing outside. This focused time, with my hands occupied and my mind following the task, felt like a form of meditation. The problems of the day seemed to recede, replaced by the immediate, solvable challenge in front of me. When I finished, I wiped the dust from the shelf and placed a few books back on it. They sat solidly, no longer leaning. A small victory. I made a note to get a different screwdriver for next time, one with a better grip. It's these tiny adjustments, these bits of learned experience, that accumulate over time. You start to build a knowledge that is physical, stored in your hands as much as in your mind. The night deepened, and the cool air from the window felt refreshing. Tomorrow would bring its own tasks, its own small moments of focus and maybe frustration. But for now, the shelf was fixed, the tools were put away, and the quiet of the night was a companion.
http://www.innergourmet.com/taq
