"No, Jack. That's a cutting board. Even the Ancients had to cook dinner."

"I'm afraid I have to agree with Daniel, sir. If you look closely I think you'll find you can see where the knife has scored it."

"Perhaps it was an Ancient device for retrieving baked flatbreads from an oven, O'Neill"

"An Ancient bread peal, Teal'c?"

"Indeed, Major Carter. The cuts are not parallel, but intersect"

"Makes sense Teal'c. Where did you find that Jack? Maybe there might be inscriptions that would give us some idea of popular toppings of the day!"

"Oh, for cryin' out loud! Now you've made me hungry! Pick up the pace, Daniel. I want to get back while it's still Taco Day in the commissary!"