Sam Wolfe Connley
I’m pretty proud of myself for this one. I’ve changed the recipe a bit but feel free to do as you wish. My step dad and his family came to Canada straight from Italy (northern Italy) and growing up I would beg her to send us her lasagna (we lived in Vancouver) from Mackenzie (a place in Canada, very cold). She couldn’t, but when she would come she would bring some and we would devour it. I’ve never had more amazing lasagna in my life. This isn’t her recipe, but I have to say it comes pretty close to the real thing and it’s not nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Doing the layers is actually kind of… dare I say it? Fun. Oh and you’ll see in my pic I used fresh mozzarella on the top, which I would use the sliced next time.
Post pics if you make it and tell me how it goes!
Yesterday I met a 10 year old girl. Her father (who happened to be a producer) introduced me to her and mentioned I was an actress. She looked up at me and said “I can tell you’re a really good actress… because you’re pretty”.
Now, as flattered as I was by this sweet little girl, my heart instantly broke. I responded “Thank you, that was very sweet. But listen, just because someone is pretty… does not make them a good actress”.
Judging by the look on her fathers face, I’d say it was a little out of left field and maybe crossing a line. I couldn’t help but make some sort of an imprint, and maybe say something that would perhaps change this impressionable young girls view on women and society. Maybe it’ll force her to look deeper or harder next time she watches the Disney channel or a movie. Maybe she won’t overlook the less attractive people in life and find what’s really there. Maybe she will see that a nice smile can be ugly and a less than “perfect” one can be stunning.
Or maybe she will forget everything I said and remember me as pretty and crazy.
Either way, it was a moment. One I felt was worth writing about. One that reminded me of the world we are raising women in.