Just before writing this, I happily devoured two delicious mangoes from a tree growing next to our office. Although Dhaka is a megacity of somewhere between 12 and 15 million inhabitants, densely populated, and suffering from intense traffic congestion, there is a fair amount of food grown and produced in the city. I have grown lettuce and basil on my veranda; others have thriving vegetable gardens in the tiny spaces around their buildings. There are cows and goats in the city all year. As a woman from Cuba said in her presentation on the subject at an Ecocity conference, why do we have dogs and cats in our homes, but consider goats, chickens, and rabbits unacceptable in an urban environment? Home-based composting of organic matter would further expand the possibilities of urban food production, and in cold climates, greenhouses can supply vegetables in the winter while also heating homes. There is little so delicious—and nutritious—as produce eaten immediately after it is plucked. World War II witnessed an explosion of urban gardening in London as a result of threatened cut-off of food supplies; could not a different series of crises involving food traveling too far, the high price of oil, and the need for healthier, more local diets cause a similar effect internationally? Imagine if all our cities had a policy of encouraging and expanding food production in cities. A final benefit: city kids who would actually have an idea where their food comes from (the importance of which is well-illustrated in Barbara Kingsolver’s excellent book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life).