Isn't it ironic - flying with apples

I find it ironic that I should be eating an apple from my own tree in Moera, while winging my way thousands of metres above the Pacific Ocean between Aotearoa and Tonga. According to the Carbon Footprint calculator, I will have contributed almost 0.3 tonnes of CO2 for the return trip. Nevertheless, in my frugal, miserly way, I have spurned the airline's 'The Works' inflight meal in favour of homemade scones with peanut butter and jam, followed by an organic tangelo and my homegrown apple.

OK - it was then washed down by two cups of milked coffee served by the airline's flight crew: my concession to consumerism. BUT, I did use my reusable coffee cup (a gift) from FTC (click the link), emblazoned with fond reminders of home: Wellywood, the Mount, the Naki, Kiwi, and Tui - fragments of my Pakeha identity.

For some food for thought on carbon emissions from flying, read this from The Conversation, and for a musical interlude, some ironic thoughts off the fly from Alanis Morisette.
        ... Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly