So Catherine and I are out grocery shopping last night. Strolling thruogh the produce section at Jewel I see a product carefully tailored to peg my geek-o-meter. What is it?

A Grapple. Looks like an apple, tastes like a grape! The only way this could be improved, IMO, is by carbonating it. Science moves slowly but surely, though, and I'm not about to complain about the interim steps. I point excitedly and gesture to Catherine.

"Jeff, what possible purpose can there be for a grapple?"
"To defy nature! To spit in God's eye! Mad science needs no reason!"

I hold a package of grapples aloft and wind up for a maniacal cackle. She sighs and shakes her head and makes her way to the citrus section.

Sadly, the guys at MAKE magazine have unmasked this particular mechanical turk. Grapples are not, in fact, an unholy application of dark majick and bioengineering. They're just apples injected with grape juice. How pedestrian.