SUSTAINABLE LIVING | by CELESTE TELL
GRILLING SEASON IS HERE. We love to grill: meat, fish, veggies, you name it. Through September we grill. A lot. With charcoal.

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I, of course, worry about the carbon footprint of it all. On the surface, it seems pretty straightforward: Charcoal grills emit two to three times as much carbon as gas grills. OK. Go buy a gas grill. Case closed.
Or not.
The Oak Ridge National Laboratory reports that charcoal is a renewable resource, while natural gas is not. Charcoal, which is made from wood, is part of a natural carbon cycle, thus having a net-zero carbon footprint.
Most charcoal is made of waste wood or, if new wood is used, it comes from FSC-certified sources. In fact, Kingsford — the gold standard of charcoal — had its humble beginnings as a way for Henry Ford to use his sawdust and waste wood almost 100 years ago.
But wait.
There are two basic types of charcoal, briquettes and lump. Lump charcoal is just that — wood that is charred until it becomes coal-like lumps. Briquettes, on the other hand, contain ground up lump charcoal combined with other ingredients. Those additives put particulate matter into the air and leave behind a residue; lump charcoal burns clean and leaves almost no perceptible ash.
This residue and particulate matter is the heart of the controversy over the environmental impact of charcoal grilling.
In response, small producers, Original Charcoal (sold under private label by Trader Joe’s) and, yes, even Kingsford now sell a range of “100% natural” briquette products.
Bottom line?
Stay away from lighter fluid and instant-light briquettes, which do put VOCs into the atmosphere. Beyond that? Since barbecue emissions represent 0.0003 of the total U.S. annual carbon footprint, go ahead and grill however you like. Just maybe think about taking the bus to your next picnic.
Debra: Thanks for spreading the word and helping the lawn reform movement inch forward. Lawns are so ingrained in suburbia, but it’s heartening to see them shrinking, even disappearing square foot by square foot.
We moved into our house in the 90’s. A half acre of bountiful garden surrounded by 4 acres of woods. The lawn was just a patch of 150 sq feet. When our Jack was about 7 or 8 he began to play sports and the lawn became his private practice field.
Even then there was a movement away from lawns but I resisted the trend. Home-runs had become too easy for Jack. I began to expand the lawn, base-by-base until, at 1500 sq feet, it had reached the physical limits of my stamina and the length of an extension cord.
The huge lawn was a great space for him, but also for us. Entertaining on a grand scale with concerts, fire dancing and drum circles. Once, we even hosted a friend’s wedding on the lawn.
As Jack and his pals grew they had to move to larger fields in public parks. We, too, began to host smaller parties (the fire dancing cost us many friends). The huge lawn was no longer necessary. Slowly, it began to shrink, taken over, shrub-by-shrub, bed-by-bed, tree-by-tree. It’s now back to a small patch of lawn which friends find comfortable in its ‘greeness’. I find it very comfortable because its easy to maintain: Jack mows the lawn.