There's these things called buntan. Bulbous yellow blobs, way up in the mountain orchards. Funny thing, though. They didn't show up there until winter started, hung there unattended all through the coldest months of the year. About three weeks ago, I got one from Taka-san. It's a type of grapefruit, except way meatier and way delicious-er. The peel is about as thick as my thumb, and spongy. Protects it from frost, I imagine. Inside, the fruit is yellow, covered in a tough skin, need a knife or your nail to pop it open. Once inside, you turn the skin inside out, like you might with a mango, and chow down. It's delicious. We went through about ten last week. Now, we buy them from the little wooden fruit stands in front of people's yards. Pull over, drop hyaku-en into the piggy bank, walk away the happy owner of three brand-spanking buntans.