Jan 6
Friends Activity: Enjoy cooking? Start a dinner club. Invite a group of friends to meet once a month at a different house. The host house is in charge of the entrée; the others are assigned a different course to bring. Pick a different culinary style each month and expand your horizons!
Jenny rushed to the door as the doorbell rang again. "I'm coming, I'm coming," she muttered under her breath. "Give me a minute." She flung open the door to find Ziva on her doorstep, a dish in her hands.
"Am I early?" the Israeli asked.
"You're the first here," Jenny answered. "It's good to see you. Whose stupid idea was this anyway?" She stepped to one side to allow Ziva in.
"Abby's," Ziva smiled. "I am sure she is unaware of just how bad a cook you are."
"Don't remind me," Jenny groaned. "Why did I agree to this?"
"Because Abby got Gibbs to ask you."
Jenny smelt smoke and ran back into the kitchen.
"It will be okay," Ziva soothed, following her and placing her dish on the side. "Everyone is bringing a dish."
"It doesn't look good if the host has fallen at the first hurdle," Jenny shot back.
"It will be okay," Ziva repeated calmly.
A few hours later, Jenny looked around the table. Ducky and Ziva were deep in conversation about torture marks, while Tony and Abby were winding up McGee. Gibbs sat next to her, poking gingerly at her macaroni cheese.
"I never thought it was possible to burn this," he teased her.
She pretended to ignore him; she couldn't exactly fault his dish.
"I loved it!" Abby squealed. "Who's hosting it next time?"