There is a scene from Curb Your Enthusiasm that has made a permanent contribution to our marital lexicon. In it, Larry has made some series of blunders (of course) resulting in him and his wife, Cheryl, missing their flight and having to make a long and tedious drive to a family wedding.
The camera cuts to a scene mid-trip. Cheryl is sitting in exasperated silence. Larry is in the middle of what is clearly a lengthy, stream-of-consciousness diatribe (allow me to paraphrase): "...There's grape jelly. There's grape candy. But there's no grape pie. Why is that? Why is there no grape pie?..."
Sarah and I both laughed in immediate recognition. I can't deny it. I am prone to ruminating out loud, at length, about nothing in particular in the company of my wife: "Doesn't this song sound just like some Jimmy Buffet song? Listen. Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da. Yeah, totally. 'Changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes...' It's totally that song!"
Now, "grape pie" has come to symbolize, for us, the entire category of my aimless (sometimes infuriating) musings. Come to think of it, this entire blog is pretty much nothing but "grape pie", but, for some reason, you crazy kids keep coming back. And, come to think of it, it was Sarah's idea for me to start this thing in the first place. I suppose she was hoping I would channel all that grape-pie-energy into some more "fruitful" outlet.
Hmm, why is there no grape pie?