Teddy Fisher, 42, comes with his two daughters and a goddaughter in tow, their hair freshly braided. Iona Dimory, his 3-year-old goddaughter, wants Fisher to take the crusts off her sandwich, though she declares that they are her "favorite breakfast." For Areiona, 6, Fisher peels an orange. They love the fruit, he says, but have few places to get fresh produce, except when the horse-drawn a-rab cart comes through the neighborhood. He'd like a farmers' market, or at least a better grocery store, within walking distance.