WAS the pavement hot enough yesterday to cook an egg?
We kind of know the answer to this one, but let’s string it out a bit. A more urgent question might be: why’s it so hard to buy a frying pan on Hunter Street? Never mind the rail line, if you can’t get hold of a Stoneline*.
After picking one up at The Junction, we bought some eggs and set to work.
Acting on advice to leave the pan in the sun for a while, we set it up in a Bolton Street car park and hoped that darty-eyed man who asks for change wouldn’t see it.
We also slicked the pan with olive oil. If nothing else, the office kitchen is much better equipped because of our experiment.
Then we cracked our egg (amid loud criticism that we broke the yoke) and left it to the sun.
Working against us was the fact that, in another lacklustre effort by the city CBD, it wasn’t that hot.
At 2pm, after the egg had clocked two hours in the pan, it was 36.8 degrees.
The car park surface was probably much hotter, but we later read on the US Library of Congress website that an egg needs a temperature of 70 degrees to firm up.
‘‘In order to cook, proteins in the egg must denature (modify), then coagulate, and that won’t happen until the temperature rises enough to start and maintain the process,’’ says the site.
So we were doomed to failure from the outset. Stuck with a runny mess that wouldn’t pass for eggs benedict at many cafes, we sadly had to buy lunch.
But on a car bonnet? Specifically, a black car bonnet? That, we’d like to see.
Meanwhile, got any ideas for how we could do it better?
* A brand of kitchenware.
Best running tunes
SINCE we’re not Kenyan or Mike Hussey, we didn’t go for a run yesterday.
But next time we do, we might take reader Peter Longworth’s tip and crank up Vangelis’s instrumental theme from Chariots of Fire.
(He was responding to Topics’ suggestion on appropriate running music of a couple of days ago.)
Or we could listen to treadmill aficionado Stephen and opt for AC/DC’s Back in Black, Muse’s Butterflies and Hurricanes, or even Hot, by Avril Lavigne.
Nat from Stockton recommends a gallop along the coastline of her home borough, and Maroon 5’s One More Night.
Michael gets pumped up by the Foo Fighters’ My Hero.
‘‘I’ll never stop for a breather whilst the iPod belts that one out,’’ he says.
Simon White on Twitter reckons that for runners, ‘‘Newcastle has more options, close at hand’’ than anywhere in Australia.
He recommends Merewether, the Glenrock trails, the athletics track at Glendale or the Fernleigh Track.
Maitland to Guardian
A BIT more on Kevin Mitchell, the Guardian sportswriter who last week alluded to an unnamed Australian scribe who didn’t think the impending World Series Cricket was worth a story.
Wayne Sams from East Maitland informs us that the Guardian scribe grew up in Kurri Kurri, went to Maitland Marist Brothers (now St Peter’s) and first worked at the Maitland Mercury.
Mitchell was named UK Sportswriter of the Year in 2000 and has written three books.
‘‘He will be in Australia to cover the Australian Open and in Maitland at end of January,’’ says Wayne.
‘‘How do I know? I married his sister.’’