2:27<\/p>\n
\u201cBarney,\u201d Meredith called from the kitchen. \u201cDinner\u2019s on the table. And the buns are just out of the oven.\u201d<\/p>\n
Baking was the one thing that Meredith had loved doing with her mother. Most times she was more inclined to be out in the fields or tinkering in the shop with her father, but when there was dough to be kneaded or bread to be baked, Meredith would generally doff her covies and clean up enough to be allowed to join her mother in the big kitchen.<\/p>\n
Dough was the first skill she had ever had that had been elevated to the status of art form. She was handy enough with a paintbrush, had sketched many an idea on paper and could manage a half-ways decent shirt or pajama bottom on the old Singer. But it was in flour and water rolled out on the counter that she discovered the difference between skill and passion. What her mother did with bread had been the most mouthwatering form of art that Meredith had ever encountered, and she had striven to master the craft and exemplify the art. She used her mother\u2019s old proportions and expanded upon them to create undeniable masterpieces of the baker\u2019s art. It was a rare old curmudgeon that could resist praising Meredith’s oven-warm offerings, and even Barney was not enough of a misanthrope that he could resist expressing a real joy at the experience of biting into one of Meredith\u2019s rolls slathered in butter.<\/p>\n
It was, in fact, one of the very few true expressions of anything that Barney had ever allowed himself. That way ran failure and Barney would not allow himself to be beaten. But the bread, the buns, the pastries, these could not be feared. They could only be worshipped appropriately and then consumed for the benefit of Barney.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’ll be right down…\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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