Dreaming of anything but buttermilk


By Leslie Budewitz

I adore the movie “White Christmas.” Love every scene, every actor, every song. Can sing most of them—but I’ll spare you. I watch it at least once every holiday season, to Mr. Right’s amusement—unlike him, I usually consider once enough for most movies.

You know where I’m going, don’t you, since this is November, the month of Thanksgiving and gratitude. To the scene in the Lodge where Bing and Rosemary bump into each other in the middle of the night, and sing “Count Your Blessings,” which got an Oscar nomination in 1954. “When I grow weary and cannot sleep, I count my blessings, instead of sheep.”

Sappy and corny as it is, it works. On those (happily) rare nights when Irksome Thoughts and Bad Ideas keep me awake, and won’t be quieted by me getting up to jot a few notes, I start first thing that morning and identify everything I’m grateful for. Start small. Really small. The pettier, the better. Be grateful for the warmth of your bed, the one you didn’t want to leave this morning, that feels so darned brick-like now. Be grateful for the toothpaste, that there’s still some in the tube, and that you actually remembered which flavor you dislike least last time you bought the stuff. Express gratitude that  you didn’t slide down the steps on your backside this morning when your slipper hit that thin spot in the hall carpet, and that you didn’t trip over the cat—why does he have to nap on the landing?—and crack your braincase.  I run back through the day that way, and rarely get past mid-morning before conking out.

Try it. I all but guarantee you won’t have to get up in the middle of the night, like Bing and Rosemary, for a song and a glass of buttermilk. (Okay, so there is that one thing I don’t like about the movie—but it is great in cornbread and scones!)

Readers, any tricks to share about those occasional sleepless nights? 

Death al Dente

Leslie’s first mystery, Death al Dente, is set in the fictional NW Montana village of Jewel Bay,and features a kitchen full of tasty recipes—none calling for buttermilk. Read an excerpt on her website, http://www.LeslieBudewitz.com 

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