None of that nasty waxy flavor or, worse, tin. Glass is clean and so is the taste. Would you drink wine out of a paper cup? (Please, I don't want to know.)
Back to home delivery...every Sunday and Monday, one of New Orleans' last independent produce vendors, aka Mr. Okra, drives his colorfully painted truck down our street. I can hear him from blocks away, yelling: "I got cantaloupes. I got oranges. I got avocados. I got eggplant..." You've got the message.
He's got a helper who jumps out of the truck whenever somebody flags him down and makes change on the spot - no credit cards. I have no idea if it is overpriced or underpriced, but it's entertainment and curbside, so I don't care. We all run outside excitedly in our pajamas and slippers, clutching a few bills to see what he's got. So fun!
I wish I could say that his fruits and veggies were organic or homegrown, but I don't know. The supermarkets have begun to stock locally made products like honey as well as produce. I just shipped a box of satsumas grown in a Belle Chasse backyard to a friend in Texas. She didn't know what they were and soon she will.
BTW - we've still got an ice cream truck, too, that plays a cute little tune. I was worried the driver didn't make enough sales in our mostly adult neighborhood 'till I saw him over at Audubon Park, surrounded by a horde of kids and parents. That's where he's headed.