My Mother’s Head

The other day, Mom and I had lunch at El Donahue’s–Well, the real name is The Real Enchilada, but everything inside says it’s Olga’s On The Square, but some of us old-timers call it El Donahue’s because Donahue’s restaurant was there for about seventy million years.

The last time Mom and I were there, we had a chicken adventure, but not this time. This time, all we had was way too much food. Here is a picture of my poor little gray-headed Mama looking at a mushroom quesadilla as big as her head. She took half of it home. She said it was excellent.

Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday or day off or whatever today. I said I would post, but I didn’t say it would be worth reading.

Although, if you’re in the neighborhood, I do recommend the restaurant.

WRITING PROMPT: Write a character who cares more for quantity than quality and a character who likes micro meals of the highest quality. Describe their reactions to foods at one another’s favorite restaurants. The characters don’t have to know each other.


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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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      Marian Allen

      December 27, 2010 at 2:24pm

      Mom is doing very well, Carol, thank you. We’re hoping her Year of Health Hell is officially over now that it’s been a full year since her appendicitis attack. That list again: appendicitis, pleurisy, shingles, sciatica, pneumonia, atrial fibrillation and anemia. Be gone, ill health!

      The quesadilla, she said, was the Best. Quesadilla. Ever!

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