Seattle (and the rest of the Pacific Northwest) is having a heat wave this week. Our drive home yesterday was in temperatures of well over 100 degrees, which I firmly expected would drop when we made it back up to Seattle with it’s abundant water and attendant winds, but no such luck. Usually after a vacation, I’m not that excited to go back to work but with temperatutes expected to be over a hundred degrees, I was excited to be in a heavily air-conditioned office.
Later in the day, one of my co-workers got the brilliant idea of trying to fry an egg on the sidewalk and asked me if I’d like to come watch. (Does she know her audience? I think so!) So without further ado, here is the great egg cooking caper of 2009. First, my lovely co-worker Jeannette showing off the hapless egg before his date with destiny:
Then, the initial cracking:
And we wait, sweating for something to happen:
But alas, nothing does. So we check it again in fifteen minutes:
The white has dried to the pavement, but the egg doesn’t appear to be cooked. I give it a final check before I leave for the day, at approximately half an hour since we started:
It appears to be slightly cooked, or maybe it’s just dried out. Since it was supposedly 103 degrees today, I’m skeptical that anyone has ever successfully pulled this off. But since one of my former co-workers managed to bake cookies in his car, I’m keeping an open mind.