We’ve all heard about that rumour: on hot days you can fry an egg on the pavement. But if you are going to fry an egg, shouldn’t you have some bacon to go along with it? It makes sense, doesn’t it? It’s certainly been redonkulously hot in Canada lately.

Apparently there is a dome of hot air just hovering over our country, slowly cooking us. If that’s the case, why not conduct an experiment in street bacon frying, to see if it will work? Please click on the link to see our answer to the question: can bacon be cooked on the sidewalk?



Before we begin, I should probably warn you that all of this is for entertainment purposes. Although I’m crazy enough to cook bacon on the street, I don’t recommend you doing it. That being said, my first step was in gathering some much needed bacon. I got out a pack of Maple Leaf bacon and put three slices on some tin foil. I figured that if I wanted to eat the bacon later, I’d probably prefer something dirtless.

But oh man, was it melting almost immediately. Before the project could get much underway I had to scoot back into my house to put away the rest of the bacon. Don’t want to use all of my bacon for just an experiment!


In the next photo, you’ll notice the bacon splayed out on the aluminum foil like a trio of bathing beauties. If you look carefully, you can see the temperature outside (the top number) is thirty-three degrees. Pretty durn hot! I definitely felt like I was starting to cook, so I ran to some shade and began timing.


After Five Minutes

After five minutes, there’s not much noticeable change to the bacon. The temperature gauge has gone up to 39 degrees. Both the bacon and I are sweating like crazy, but I can’t see any difference aside from that. The flies certainly don’t seem to mind, as I spend most of my time running from the shade to shoo them away from my bacon. I’m also becoming deeply self-conscious. I hope none of my neighbours can see this. But no matter! This is for the betterment of science and mankind and bacon!

After Ten Minutes

No change in the bacon, but I think I need a drink. The temperature has gone up to forty degrees and has briefly flirted with forty-one. Wasps and ants have joined the flies in a fight for my bacon. I spend a good portion of my time fighting them away. I’m starting to lose hope. When I touched the bacon, it actually still feels kinda cool – as if all the sweating is making it cool down. Which, you know, is what sweating does. I decide to give it an hour and retreat to my home to huddle by my AC.

After An Hour

No apparent change in the bacon aside from the fact that it looks a little drier. If anything, I guess I’m heading in the direction of beef jerky rather than fried bacon. Reluctantly, I pack up my bacon and trudge into my house. I declare the experiment officially over.


After some searching on the Internet, I find out that the substantially similar egg-frying-on-the-sidewalk requires temperatures of over 150 degrees F or about 66 degrees Celsius. So, we were off by about thirty degrees today. In retrospect, I guess it makes sense that it doesn’t get bacon-fryingly hot, or else we might get more than just sun burned – we could get cooked!


But you’ll never know about these things until you try. And try, I did. In honour of my efforts, I cooked up a huge mess of bacon the old-fashioned way, and enjoyed it. After all, if we’ve got bacon-frying, who needs anything else?