Vecchio: Tuesdays. Ma always made a big pot of pasta fasule. She started boiling the beans early in the morning. You could smell it in every room. It's heaven.
Fraser: Bannock. My grandmother made it.
Vecchio: Taste good?
Fraser: No tasted like a hockey puck. Hard flat unleavened I can still smell it burning in the oven.
(Source - this is from the unofficial transcripts at Katy's no-frills link page for dueSouth Transcripts.)