Eek! If I had the courage, I’d come to your neighborhood and deliver some handmade goodies (have just perfected the custard cream filling for chocolate-glazed cream puffs or eclairs. However, your neighborhood scares me. (This is rather comical because I was a rough-tough street kid back in the day.) Sorry about the fruits. Our canteloupes aren’t doing all that well, but the Catawba grapes seem to be flourishing! Here’s hoping!
P.S. Grammar and punctuation were never my strong points.
And what's wrong with the neighborhood here? Just because the neighbors have a language barrier that prevents rational dialog.. Seems that all they can say is 'Moooo..' and they process grass into milk and manure, both useful products though not necessarily in the same fashion.. ;-)
Along those lines, remember that if a cow gave milk that met the standard for 'whole' milk (you know - 3.5% butterfat) that cow would be renamed 'hamburger' by tomorrow..
Remember, we're 'upstate'. That's the description a resident of Gotham uses to describe any thing New York that is not in the five boroughs..