I made burgers today. Great big ones.
It was while I was cooking these great big burgers on the braai, Britney Spears blaring away in the foreground, that I glanced down at Twitbook or some such on my phone and noted that there was a vegetarian whining about stuff and telling me, and everyone else, that it took a million gallons of water to produce a kilo of beef and that each cow farted enough greenhouse gas to break a planet or something.
I looked over at the braai grid. These burgers were great big burgers and I was suddenly hugely concerned about the impact I was having on the environment having made them.
But then I tried a bit of one of the great big burgers and it was so nice that I instantly forgave myself.
It was only when we were sitting at the dinner table later that I suddenly thought of my kids.
Because, this isn’t about me and my generation. This is about what sort of world we are passing on to them.
But I checked, and fortunately, they also thought the burgers were delicious, so it was all ok.
Important postscript: I did recycle a bottle yesterday, so I am doing my bit. Don’t @ me.