tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31085568.post-4048291741209922052008-04-21T20:55:00.000-07:002008-04-21T20:59:50.913-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.realitysandwich.com/sites/realitysandwich.com/files/imagecache/large/mustardbig_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.realitysandwich.com/sites/realitysandwich.com/files/imagecache/large/mustardbig_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>On a hot, humid day along Houston's Buffalo Bayou, in the shadow of four abandoned concrete silos, a maggot infested corpse of a pit bull lies splayed across a sheet of black plastic. Nearby, a pile of asphalt roofing material blocks the path I'm taking down to one of the most polluted waterways in Texas. Not a promising beginning to an urban food foraging expedition.<br /><a href="http://realitysandwich.com/the_new_urban_forager">(Read the rest of our foraging essay via Reality Sandwich)</a>Homegrown Evolutionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11903804104014983893noreply@blogger.com