Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to his mouth, and what he said instead was,"Who are you?"
The giant chuckled.
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
He held out an enormous hand and shook Harry's whole arm.
"What about that tea then, eh?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it,mind."
His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shriveled chip bags in it and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace; they couldn't see what he was doing but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering light and Harry felt the warmth wash over him as though he'd sunk into a hot bath.
The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that he took a swig from before starting to make tea. Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley."
The giant chuckled darkly.
"Yet great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley, don' worry."
He passed the sausages to Harry, who was so hungry he had never tasted anything so wonderful, but he still couldn't take his eyes off the giant. Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, he said, "I'm sorry, but I still don't really know who you are." –Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone chapter 4 The Keeper of the Keys.
Labor day weekend we went camping , with Mofo just around the corner I knew I wanted to take the opportunity to make some open fire cooked sausages we went armed with Tofurky Kielbasa And Field Roast Frankfurters. The first night J and the girls set up camp and started a fire while I got to cooking. Diced up potatoes, and sliced the kielbasa into little half rounds the potatoes were spiced with garlic powder black pepper and salt they kept sticking to the pan ( I forgot the lid and the oil) so we added water after the earth balance lost its ability to keep the spuds from sticking. The Kielbasa was cooked separate so it would brown up a bit and added it at the end. We also had grilled broccoli and had some savory tea which I'll probably write about separately another time.
It was our first time having those and while they were perfectly edible they certainly weren’t my favorite veg sausage. I doubt we would buy again unless J or the girls really wanted them.
|V and the first Lake Superior Agate she found.|
|The girls and I attempting to "swim" and find Agates. TOO cold!|
|Smores, because camping.|
There was the required camp stories, and shenanigans that accompany a camp out and then sleep. Yowza did it get COLD. I woke up at 3am and shivered till 6am. Everyone else slept though it but wow.
At first light it was breathtaking!
|Morning Rock hunt.|
|Hunting! J found green stone, the rest of us found agates :)|
|Yum! Frankfurters are much better!! Also potato topped with beans.|
|A last attempt to swim this was as far as they got.|
We were supposed to stay another two nights but thunderstorms were called for and they did come so we packed it all in and went home. We saw two bald headed eagles and an osprey but we weren't quick enough to get a picture. It was beautiful! I'd have like to have borrowed Perkins tent with the wood stoves inside but this worked well enough and no muggles found us out!