It hit him like an avalanche of snow monsters: Lee Adama missed his little room in that far away planet, missed the faces of all those strange and wonderful people, missed the professors with odd names and odder habits, missed the parties and the strip triad, missed the depths of John Crichton's blue eyes.

But most of all, he missed eating toast.

After class, Lee forgoes homework and makes toast instead. "Making toast" turns into baking a chicken and making dressing and an impressive gravy. Funny how this sort of thing happens.