Day One Hundred Eighty Two 2012

IT WAS SO HOT…..

I tried to fry an egg on the street this afternoon (didn’t want to have to clean up the sidewalk where people walk—except that it was so hot, nobody was outside walking). Our local time and temperature channel said it was 105 degrees. You’d think that was hot enough to fry an egg on asphalt.

Nope! The egg white never did cook and the yellow popped and eventually dried up in the heat. So, no, it was not “hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk”—or on the street. Still, not a good day for anyone to be outside.

Day Two Hundred Forty Five 2011

I told my Grandpeeps, Shelby and Elijah, this afternoon that there is an old saying that goes, "It's so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk." Since it was a blistering 98 degrees outside today, I thought we'd put that saying to the test. The Grandpeeps thought I was nuts when I told them what I wanted to do. But they happily went along with it. So we gathered the tools for our little experiment--a paper plate (to put the fried egg on in case it indeed did fry), a spatula to flip the egg on the hot sidewalk, the egg, of course, and a little bit of some non-stick spray to keep the egg from sticking to the concrete.

I cracked the egg on the hot sidewalk and you can imagine our disappointment when it didn't start to cook. It sort of slid around like a jellyfish on oil. Elijah wanted to try to flip it, so he scooped it onto the spatula and it immediately oozed through the spatula slots.

I think if we had left it there long enough, it might actually have cooked a little around the edges, but, alas, our experiment was a failure, but I guess we did disprove the old saying--or maybe 98 degrees just isn't hot enough to fry an egg on a sidewalk. The kids quickly got bored with the whole mess. I got the hose and washed the goo off the sidewalk, and while I was at it, watered the crispy, wilted plants in my front yard. (BTW and FYI, the last time it was this hot here in middle Tennessee was in 1925). Happy TGIF, everyone!