What I would cook each member of the BAU for dinner: the list no one asked for.
Aaron Hotchner: we would be having a steak dinner. I think Hotch eats his steak rare, he’s also a pretty classy guy (have you ever seen him without a tie?) so the accoutrements would be garlic butter potatoes, asparagus, green beans, and for a pop of colour, cherry tomatoes.
Jennifer Jareau: For JJ, I would be serving us cheeseburgers, sweet potato fries and a green leaf salad with red and yellow peppers to add some contrast. JJ is a ‘bruh’ and she just appreciates the simple culinary delights of a burger and fries.
Derek Morgan: A man of many flavours, I would cook Derek chicken fajitas with peppers, onions, corn, both green and red salsas, plenty of chilli because your boy loves his spice. Squeeze some lime over it and we got ourselves a flavour party.
Emily Prentiss: No denying Emily is a classy woman, that being said, she has a love affair with carbs. Therefore, a pasta dish - seafood linguine. No stranger to the finer things, I feel Emily would enjoy the acquired taste of squid, mussels and prawns in a creamy white sauce. I’d mix in baby spinach and whole cherry tomatoes to give some depth. Paired with a dry white wine such as a Sauvignon Blanc, this is surely turning into a date - and I’m okay with that but JJ may have something to say.
Spencer Reid: In comparison, I’d cook Spencer a simple Mac ‘n’ Cheese. I feel he’d appreciate the homely nature of this staple, finding a warm sense of familiarity in this comfort food. He may or may not be lactose intolerant, but tell me he wouldn’t eat it - you can’t. Because he would.
Penelope Garcia: For our loveable resident vegetarian, we’d be having a beautiful chickpea and red lentil curry served with long grain brown rice (which we wash before cooking) for extra depth to the meal. Penelope loves spice, so we’d be amping up the flavour with extra cayenne pepper. A hearty, wholesome meal with a heart wholesome companion.
David Rossi: After cooking for a different person every day this week, I’d be kicking back in Rossi’s mansion with a glass of red, while he cooks me (and everyone else) carbonara alla Rossi. I deserve it.