One of the more interesting aspects of writing about food is when pictures are taken  which provide a visual depiction of something tasty and good. But sometimes it is the picture -- not taken -- that is just as interesting.

I'm in Humble, Texas. Got here a little after midnight today. Checked into the LaQuinta Inn Bush International Airport and felt hunger pains shooting in my belly.

Feeding time!

Driving onto the hotel property I saw a 24-hour cafe on JFK Boulevard. Walked to the place not expecting anything special aside for a hot breakfast.

Looked at menu and saw an item that got my attention...Mexican omelet.

Ordered it up, even though the description was not the least bit settling. But I was feeling like living life on the edge, early in the morning in Clutch City.

What I got was a tortilla rolled around an omelet with three or four pieces of tomatoes, a smattering of half-inch squared onion slices, and chopped up breakfast sausage.

This special culinary mishap was topped of with partially melted cheddar cheese.

Picture this baby, with no salsa, as what the breakfast of champions can be when eating in the only place open early in the morning.

Taste?

There was none, aside from the three glasses of Sprite I drank to wash this tragedy down.

I was hungry and had to eat.

No, I didn't take a picture. This is a case of the thought being worth a thousand words or less.