The frittata isn’t fancy—though the word has a nice ratatata ring to it.   There is also nothing particularly creative about the humble frittata.  It is simply a dish made at the last minute for a hungry family, or carried to the beach for a convenient picnic.  In my case, it is usually a “meal” consumed in a frenzy after returning home from a long day at the beach, and a several hours on a public bus.  Lately, I have been adding arugula because it grows wild like a weed in our garden, and given all of the time spent in beaches and busses, I can’t be bothered to grocery shop.  We have literally been reduced to eating garden weeds and breakfast for dinner due to my housewifely negligence.. This week has been no different.