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The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the wooden floor. Sarah stirred her tea, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic mug. Outside, a bird was singing a repetitive, cheerful tune from the branch of the old oak tree. She made a mental note to finally plant those perennial flowers she had bought the week prior, the ones that were supposed to attract butterflies. The garden needed a bit of color, a bit of life beyond the steady green of the lawn. Her neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, was already out with his hose, carefully watering his prized rose bushes. He gave a friendly wave, which Sarah returned with a smile. The quiet rhythm of the neighborhood was a comfort, a predictable and gentle start to the day. She thought about the book she was reading, a historical novel set in a place she had never visited. The descriptions were so vivid she could almost feel the cobblestones underfoot and smell the market air. It was a welcome escape, a few quiet pages before the day's tasks began. The cat, a large orange tabby named Marmalade, wound his way around her ankles, purring loudly in anticipation of his breakfast. "Alright, alright," she said, setting her tea down. The routine was simple, but there was a deep satisfaction in it. Later, she planned to call her sister, to catch up on the latest news about her nephews and their soccer games. The conversation would be filled with laughter and shared memories, a connection that spanned the miles between them. She looked forward to hearing about the school play, the science project, the small, significant details of their lives. It was these threads of connection, these quiet moments of routine and relationship, that wove the fabric of an ordinary, wonderful day. The kettle began to whistle a low steam, a signal for a second cup. The day stretched ahead, full of small possibilities and quiet joys.
OMAHA STEAKS
Exceptional cuts, delivered to your kitchen
A Gourmet Sampler for Your Table
Omaha Steaks is providing a selection of our gourmet sampler boxes to participants. There are 500 samplers available, and each is provided at no charge to the recipient. This is limited to one sampler per household. Please respond by Tomorrow.
See What's Included
We prepare each sampler with careful attention. Our process involves hand-selecting every cut and using flash-freezing to preserve the quality and flavor from our facility to your home. You will not be billed for the sampler.
The contents of the sampler are listed below. This collection represents a variety of our most appreciated cuts.
Your Sampler Contents
6 Top Sirloin Steaks
4 New York Strip Steaks
4 Ribeye Steaks
4 Filet Mignon Steaks
The availability of samplers is based on the program's current allocation.
The value of this sampler collection in our regular catalog is over six hundred dollars. Through this program, the sampler is covered for participants.
We appreciate your interest in Omaha Steaks.
The path through the forest was well-worn, a ribbon of packed earth winding between tall pines. Alex walked slowly, listening to the crunch of needles underfoot and the distant call of a crow. The air was cool and carried the scent of damp soil and pine resin. It was a good place to think, or better yet, to not think at all, to simply be present with the sounds and the smells. He remembered walking this same path with his grandfather years ago, learning the names of the trees and the birds. Those lessons had stuck, a quiet knowledge that connected him to this place. Up ahead, a small clearing opened up, filled with wildflowers that nodded in the gentle breeze. Bees moved from blossom to blossom, their work a model of quiet industry. He sat on a familiar fallen log, its surface smoothed by time and weather. The sunlight dappled through the canopy, creating moving patterns on the forest floor. It was peaceful, a complete contrast to the digital buzz of the everyday world. He pulled out a small notebook, not to write anything important, but to sketch the shape of a leaf or the curve of a branch. It was a habit he was trying to cultivate, a way to observe more closely. The simple act of drawing forced you to see details you might otherwise miss—the serrated edge of the leaf, the way the bark peeled in strips. A squirrel chattered from a nearby tree, breaking the silence before scampering away. Time seemed to move differently here, measured in shadows shifting across the ground rather than in minutes on a clock. He thought about the book he had brought in his backpack, but for now, he was content to just sit. The forest had its own rhythm, its own pace, and for a little while, he could match it. It was a reset, a deep breath for the soul. Eventually, he knew he would have to head back, rejoin the flow of traffic and responsibilities. But this moment, this quiet hour among the trees, would stay with him, a touchstone of calm. He stood up, stretched, and took one last look around the clearing, committing the scene to memory before turning back onto the path, feeling just a little bit more grounded than when he had arrived.

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<p style="font-size:16px;line-height:1.6;color:#3a3a3a;margin-bottom:30px;">The contents of the sampler are listed below. This collection represents a variety of our most appreciated cuts.</p>
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