Back in my MSU days, I was in an acoustic band and we had a song called “Fried Egg.” It was about wanting a fried egg for breakfast. Pretty deep stuff. And with the recent scorching hell-on-Earth temperatures in my part of Michigan, I wonder to myself, “Mr. Great Lakes, is it hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk?”

It was 99 degrees in Bay City yesterday, according to my wife and my truck thermometer. Not hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk, or even heat-seeking black asphalt, according to a search of the Internets. It seems the topic of “Is it hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk?” is pretty popular.

This guy tried it in Phoenix, at 112 degrees. No go. Gooey egg.

The crack reporters at The New York Times tried it yesterday, on the hottest day in the city since 2001. Fail.

According to Alberta Egg Producers, “Egg white begins to coagulate at 62°C (144°F) while yolk begins to coagulate at 65°C (149°F).”

Either way, as James Bruggers has observed, it’s not a good day to make fun of global warming.

Happy sweating.