Indradyumna Swami: We went on the plane, Srila Prabhupada sat down and I nervously sat down next to him, not knowing what to do. There were no other passengers. I chanted, "Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hare Hare, Hare Rama. . ." and thought, "Prabhupada will see I'm chanting good rounds." Prabhupada looked out the window. A few other passengers came on and Prabhupada said, "So, prasada?" I thought, "What prasada?" At the time, Pradyumna was Prabhupada's secretary and servant and had Prabhupada's prasada for the trip, but as we were going through the crowd of devotees at the airport, somebody had handed me a bag and said, "Here's some oranges for Prabhupada. Tell him it's from such and such." So I had that bag. It had a little plastic knife, some paper plates and three oranges. I pulled down the tray table, took out the knife, cut the oranges, and gave them to Srila Prabhupada. Prabhupada sucked the juice out of the slices, his jaw making a noise, and ate them all. He put the last one down and said, "Hare Krishna. So, Indradyumna, you'll take prasada?" Neophyte devotee that I am, I said, "Srila Prabhupada, there's no more prasada." Prabhupada said, "There's maha mahaprasada." I said, "Ohh. . ." and I took the plate feeling happy that my spiritual master had ordered me to take his remnants. I was in bliss. I put the peels in my mouth and started chewing. Orange peels are sour and my lips and mouth burned, but I thought, "This is maha!" I took two, three peels, and tears came to my eyes, "Mahaprasada!" Prabhupada looked at me with an expression of amazed approval. I sucked the rest of them.