" One of those superstitions, isn't it? 'May-born witches will marry Muggles.' 'Jinx by twilight, undone by midnight.' 'Wand of cider, never prosper.' You must have heard them. My mum's full of them."
So we put the brined pumpkin flesh in the upper echelons of the hearth and then let the applewood smoke, gently smoke and penetrate deep, wonderful smokiness to the pumpkin.