Ahem. So maybe this isn’t a food blog but what the heck. Yesterday, I mentioned that it felt hot enough in Vegas to fry an egg on the sidewalk–and so today, I tried.
I cracked an egg open on some rocks (hey, the sidewalk is well travelled and I didn’t want “environmental interference”).
Hrm. It didn’t sizzle. Air temp was 108F.
Hours later, I went to check again. The egg had turned from its smooth and gelatinous shape (you know what a fresh raw egg looks like, people)…into something a bit “cooked”…or maybe dehydrated.
I hope you are amused.