You're walk into your dining room, and you're hungry. There's a fruit bowl on the table, containing...well, any kind of fruit you could ever possibly want. (It's a magic fruit bowl, obviously. Work with me, people!) What's more, every piece of fruit within it is at the exact level of ripeness that you prefer, whether or not the fruit is in season. (Again, folks: Magic fruit bowl.) Any piece of fruit that you take from this Magic Fruit Bowl will be absolutely perfect, the Platonic ideal for you of what that fruit should be.
And you get to take one piece of fruit from the bowl to eat. What do you take?