Last Minute Frittata

I got home late last night. I've been out of town for more than a week.
"As soon as you're around I get hungry," James said while I was looking in the bare fridge for something to eat.
"How about scrambled eggs?"
"Do you have ingredients for that?" James shot back.
Going one better I turned what we did have -- eggs, the last bits of several cheeses, a box of mushrooms on it's last legs, and a bag of almost too old spinach into a late night, last minute frittata.
Broiled omelettes at bedtime.