Great Big Fruit of Okayama - redux

We finally ate the last of the Okayama fruit, and it was delicious. Last to go was a giant shiny red apple that somehow lingered on for weeks and weeks after we had devoured all the mandarin oranges, pears, and persimmons.
For some reason, I hesitated to touch that last apple, sitting so sweetly in it's Okayama-labeled carton, as if eating it (without my roommate's permission) might somehow lead to my being cast out of this luxurious apartment. But I gave into temptation.