Red and Rover by Brian Basset for July 17, 2020

In that case, steak tartare it is!

An appropriate strip for Fry day.

Red, Rover isn’t that heavy you could pick him up and carry him over the cement. Brought back memories of Alex and me and hubby working on the car in the summer in CA, Alex would grab his tennis ball to chew on and go back in the house and bark at the front door so he didn’t have to walk on the hot driveway to go lay in his spot on the grass under the trees and not in the sun. The dog was a Lab hence the brain power as hubby and I would say LOL

I remember in my youth we would have to walk gingerly on the hot pavement…

That’s one HOT sidewalk!

It’s all just hot!

That would depend on how ‘burnt’ you want you steak. A very good rare/med-rare steak is doable, however, those that want it any more done than that, will need a blast furnace.

Or at least some bacon.

I remember learning bricks used for paving roads were not the same as bricks used for covering a house or other building. The street/road bricks held much more heat. I never again forgot my shoes when going to town.

Now, Rover. I’m surprised at you. Just eat the steak raw. You dogs can do that.

Ouch! I remember walking barefoot on hot pavement as a child. You never forget the feeling!

Keep those dogs safe. Touch the sidewalk, palm down, to see if it’s cool enough for your dog.

As if he was actually going to get a steak?

As a kid, I grew up in the low desert with 100+ degree days as the norm all summer long. We’d often play in the sprinklers. My mom had a rule that no dripping-wet kids were allowed in the house. Usually, we just air-dried playing and had no trouble with that rule.

Sometimes we needed to get inside right away to use the restroom or something. So, for the “express dry” we would lay down on the very hot sidewalk and count to 10, then flip and do our other side. By the time we’d done both sides, we were damp but not dripping, and could run inside the house.

Here in Arizona, people like to joke that you can’t fry an egg on the sidewalk — that requires a Class 3 food license.

Not true – you can fry an egg on the sidewalk, you just can’t then serve it to anyone…

If it is that hot, it is hot enough to burn your bare feet Red, and Rover’s paws. Be careful!