Every now and then, this town catches me by surprise.

The first six months I lived here, I hated it and wanted to go 'home' - home, of course, being the quiet swaddle of friends and familiarity that was my collegiate life in Arkansas. But, with everyone graduated and moved away, 'home,' as I remembered it, no longer existed.

Without my friends, Conway was nothing but a collection of streets that connected a series of dormitories.

I haven't actually tried this recipe yet; I found it on a box of "Santa Sweets" grape tomatoes. Geeky name, true, but the tomatoes were sweet, and that's saying something in the depths of October.

This recipe was tucked under the lid. It looks promising, and since I'm going to be doing some major kitchen work this weekend, I suspect I should archive this recipe now before I give myself the chance to lose it amidst this weekend's kitchen upheaval (more on that soon enough).Penné Bosciaola

Normally, I post recipes here. But, in this case, Jeff's already done the work for me. If you check out this page on his site, you'll find his recipe for baked beans, which as far as the locals around here are concerned, is crack.

I'm not going to steal his thunder and reprint his recipe here, but I did want to add it to the slowly-growing recipe repository.

I'm thinking of extending my oh-so-geeky touch a bit further out into this InterWebNet thingy, and could use an opinion or two.

As most of you longtime readers know, domesticat.net isn't exactly your home for the latest and greatest linkfood. (All adverbs, all the time!) I've toyed with the idea of creating something shorter and snappier - a place to just post links.

Your questions are….

Quests are bad. Not bad as in "world-ending" bad, but as in "my friends will all need antacids and my spouse will be praying for pizza tonight" bad. Quests usually involve my blowing nearly half a tank of gas on the back streets of Huntsville, with addresses scrawled on sheets of paper and a eerily determined look in my eye.The last quest was to find a restaurant supply store in Huntsville that had some very specific equipment I needed. Half a tank of gas and one rainy afternoon later, I came to the conclusion that there wasn't a single restaurant supply shop in Huntsville that had what I was looking for. Afterwards, I came home and received a very thorough list of complaints from Tenzing and Edmund, namely:

1. that the owners of the house, namely Tenzing and Edmund, were left alone in the house for a period of five hours, and