dance on the coral beaches, make a feast of the plums and peaches…

When I was a kid I used to draw and draw and draw and draw. When you’d get your stationary at the start of the year I’d ask to get an extra “jotter pad” (those A4 notebooks with weak, brownish paper and inevitably a cartoon elephant on the front), one for actual schoolwork and one to draw in. At one point I managed to procure, somehow, one of those enormous notepads for offices that are nearly the size of a table which I hubristically and ostentatiously kept on my desk for drawing on when I was done with my schoolwork. (It gets worse. I also used to also keep a large stack of books on my desk for reading in between being taught stuff. Like, while the teacher was right there still teaching everyone things. OH the conceit! But admit it, it’s a good idea.) There was untold envy and reverence for my best friend at the time, who got her hands on one of those large, seemingly endless rolls of butcher’s paper. Basically my life revolved around obtaining surfaces to draw on. What did I draw? Well…ladies. Initially the Babysitters Club (both scenes from books and those imagined) then Spice Girls (I had a jotter pad expressly for drawing them) and fashion designs and characters from my stories. Like a woman called Stuyvesant who had blue hair and a black belt in karate.

So you could say I liked drawing and did it a lot. Somewhere down the line though, I lost the habit of drawing constantly. Fast forward many years to yesterday, when I casually picked up a pen to doodle away and I just couldn’t. Muscle memory means I can still remember bits of dances I learned over fifteen years ago, but drawing was just not working for me. It wasn’t like getting back on a bicycle in any sense of the word, since…I can’t ride a bike either. (I know. What kind of child of New Zealand am I? Frankly drawing the Babysitters Club was much more fun than cycling looked, which didn’t help with my motivation. Also I could not stay upright.) Has this ever happened to you? Something you were so invested in, which suddenly disappears on you?

Happily, some skills work in the right way, going from fearful to awesome. Like pie! As a food-interested youth, pie seemed so far out of my league that I practically had a Pretty in Pink relationship with it, the out-of-reach Blane to my uncool Andie. These days I’m more like Clare in the Breakfast Club to pie’s…anyway, my point is I’m now really calm about making pie, pastry and all. It is no big deal to me. Even with an florid title like Plum Chocolate Meringue Crumble Pie. Although it sounds like too much detail to take on board, it’s a remarkably cohesive disc of deliciousness, inspired by two things: the many kilos of plums Tim and I bought in Greytown with friends Kim and Brendan, and the beautiful Favourite Recipes of America: Desserts book that I scored in Featherston, which I showed you in my last post.

So instead of showing you the book again, I’ll show you where we got the plums from. See how excited I got with the Instagram filters!

Like we were purchasing plums in a Primal Scream music video!

This Favourite Recipes book I mention was published in the sixties and is full of more delight than I can possibly convey. So I’ll just list a couple of its dishes. Berlin Peach Punch. Miami Beach Birthday Cake. Lime Highbrow. Raspberry Razzle. I should like to make them all. (Especially the Berlin Peach Punch, anyone want to donate me some brandy?) It was, however, very light on plum recipes. So I used another recipe from the book and ended up changing it so much that it doesn’t bear a ton of resemblance to the original. But thanks all the same, Mrs Ivan Kessinger of Morgantown, who submitted the Cherry Crunch that I based the following on.

It’s not as difficult as it sounds – for one thing, there’s no pastry to deal with or filling to mix and heat. There is, admittedly, meringue, but as it’s covered with crumble you don’t have to put too much investment into how good it looks, plus two lonely egg whites’ll whip up before your arm muscles have even had a chance to get sore.

And it is stunningly, well-timed-thwack-to-the-back-of-the-knees-staggeringly delicious.

Plum Chocolate Meringue Crumble Pie


1 packet of plain, cheesecake-bottomish biscuits (I used Budget Vanilla Rounds)
125g butter, melted
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 tablespoon flour
7 plums (or so)
100g good milk chocolate (I used Whittaker’s, which is mysteriously caramelly and wonderful)
1/2 cup almonds
2 egg whites
1/3 cup sugar + 1 tablespoon


Smash up the biscuits – either in a food processor or with a rolling pin. Mix in the melted butter and cinnamon and try, just try not to eat it all because you’ll need it! If you suspect you will eat lots, then add more biscuits and butter, of course.


Press 3/4 of it into the base of a paper-lined pie tin, to cover the base and about 1cm of the sides. Keep the other 1/4 for later…


Bake at 180 C for 10 minutes. Remove from the oven, turn it down to 130 C, and throw in the almonds for a few minutes to roast, if you like – if you can’t be bothered, I understand. Either way, the oven needs to be 130 C. Sprinkle the tablespoon of flour and the extra tablespoon of sugar over the biscuit base, then slice up the plums and roughly chop the chocolate and layer them up on top of the flour and sugar. Try to layer the plums in such a way that they’re fairly smooth, so that you don’t have any trouble layering the meringue over.


In a clean metal bowl, whisk the egg whites till thickened and frothy, then slowly add the sugar while whisking continuously, till thick and shiny and bright white. Carefully spread this across the top of the plums in the pietin. Roughly chop the almonds and mix them into the remaining crumble, scatter this on top of the meringue. Bake the pie for 35 minutes. Allow to cool a little before eating. 

It’s honestly not as ridiculously sweet as it sounds. The salty butter and sharp, juicy plums keeps all that in check. You would not believe how brilliant sour plum juice and creamy milk chocolate is when it melts together. Not forgetting the soft solidness of the meringue relinquishing against the crunchy, almond-rich crumble top.

It’s genuflectingly delicious. Really the only problem is, as you can see, it’s not particularly solid. This could possibly be helped by refrigerating the heck out of it, but it’s wonderful at room temperature – all the flavours really shining – so just be prepared to carefully ease it out of the pie tin and eat the broken mess that lands on your plate with a spoon.

The reason I’ve been compelled to pick up a pen and put it to paper is that I’ve been home sick with a sudden sore throat, cough, attack of the phlegm, that kind of thing. As drawing wasn’t a goer – although I will keep trying – I’ve been occupying myself with Never Mind The Buzzcocks on YouTube. Later host Simon Amstell is adorable, and early host Mark Lamarr is so sharp and dry, so it’s win win really, and I’m reminded of late nights when I was living in England, watching it before bed with Hovis Extra-Thick Square Cut toast.
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Title: Warning: I’m going to use the word “obsessed” a lot now. I am obsessed with the song Meadowlark, which this lyric comes from. Liz Callaway’s version is tear-bringingly exquisite, honestly – if you click through please stick past the fairytale-ish opening lyrics, because it gets better, plus you’ll miss Callaway’s awesomely emphasised ‘r’ as she sings “larrrrk”. 
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Music lately:

I am also OBSESSED with the song Rockin’ Back Inside My Heart by Julee Cruise, from Twin Peaks – you do not want to know how many times I’ve listened to it this week, since first hearing it in an episode where it’s sung at the Roadhouse. I know the title is awful (I thought it was “right back” and I’d like to pretend it really is and everyone else has been wrong the whole time) but it’s so hypnotic that I don’t really mind.

Not obsessed with this song, but it is still quite good: St Vincent, Cruel. Delightful and delightfully catchy.
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Next time: I am still really compelled by the Meat-free Monday cookbook and will likely reproduce something from that, unless I get hold of some brandy and get to make the Berlin Peach Punch, of course. 

20 thoughts on “dance on the coral beaches, make a feast of the plums and peaches…

  1. Tui says:

    That looks SO COMPLETELY DELICIOUS I am determined to make it & take it to a pot luck tomorrow. (Actually I just checked and it's not a pot luck. Rude or not rude to take food to a non-potluck?)

    Simon Amstell is so adorable and hobbit-haired, although I can't watch NBTB because that one game where they bring someone who used to be famous out makes me want to hide under my bed forever from my embarrassment squick. 😦

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  2. Jemma says:

    how gorgeous! my husband's favourite dessert is my plum & milk chocolate crumble… but this has an added dimension of meringue! *stares into the distance* love it!

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  3. hungryandfrozen says:

    Hmm maybe call ahead and ask? Some people would be so relieved, others would be like “No I shall provide all things”.

    Ughhh I hate that bit! So awkward and horrible. And also, 70% of the guests they had in the earlier years could well end up in those line-ups. But Simons Amstell, Sigh-mon more like. So cute.

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  4. Elle says:

    Wow, that looks–an sounds fabulous! The plums are gorgeous! By the way, the exact same thing happened to me. I used to draw constantly. In high school, I took every single art class offered. After I graduated, things got busier and I stopped. Now, when I pick up a pencil to draw something, I have to really work at it. I get all angsty, too, and erase a lot and try to make it perfect. I have a hard time painting, too.

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  5. Anonymous says:

    I can't say I ever had a love for drawing on newsprint. I managed to procure a fancy pad of cartridge paper which I guarded with my life. I loooooved The Babysitter's Club. As a Chinese kid growing up in the 80s/90s, I loved that there was a cool asian character to look up to.

    Your pie looks lovely and very plummy 🙂

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  6. Hannah says:

    Crumble ON TOP of meringue ON TOP of plums, one of my most favouriterest fruits of all? OH LAURA YOU SLY THING. You really are doing your best to get me over there for our vegan truffle party, aren't you?

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  7. Anonymous says:

    I didn't know how to ride a bike either until last year when I was in Japan and everyone was cycling around so I forced myself to learn. I kept crashing into people. Total disaster! As always, your recipes look so good.

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  8. Joanne says:

    Once you practice pie-making a few times, it really does become muscle memory! I'm LOVING the flavors in this. Not-yo-momma's-apple-pie for sure.

    And baby sitter's club?!?!? Man I miss those books. So good.

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  9. Koci says:

    I am so glad to hear that other people spent their childhoods drawing random things like the Spice Girls. I am really good at drawing one line of this swirly pattern, which is the only thing I can draw at all. It has covered countless school papers for me since I was a preteen. 😀

    Drawing skillz aside, I think that pie looks amazing. Vintage cookbooks rule!

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  10. Mairi @ Toast says:

    I am still a big doodler..I get a new notebook & have good intentions to keep it all tidy & note like….but doodles appear all over the page, quite often the result of being stuck in interminable meetings when the mind can do nothing but wander to all sorts of things that are so much more interesting! And that is some pie…yum!

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  11. Anonymous says:

    Well, I made it, and I was the only one who ate any (although I did leave early and left it behind so I bet it got consumed and that reminds me I need to go get my cake tin) but I can report that it was still amazing even though I overcooked it and missed a couple of steps that I'm too embarrassed to admit to. Also, walnuts instead of almonds (very delicious). tl;dr: this recipe is good and you should feel good.

    Sigh-mon Amstell! Love it.

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  12. hungryandfrozen says:

    You made it! Cool 😀

    Notice how there's no sugar in the base? Just biscuits and butter? That's because I forgot to add the sugar that the original recipe asked for. It was fine without, but still. So fear not about missing steps 😀

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  13. Anonymous says:

    I have always wished I could draw. I have nothing artistic. I cannot draw or paint or sew or craft or… but I am a mean cook, I figure that's where my talent lay 😉 This looks very, very good!

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  14. Emma says:

    I used to draw a lot of people, and they always had horribly short arms and funny curving bangs. I would make my dad take them to his workshop and string them up, endlessly. He still has them there:)

    I like that Rockin back inside my heart song, too. Pretty plums – I'm excited for summer, and the reaping of its bounty!

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  15. Ellen says:

    Laura I just made this pie and it was AMAZING! I used Girl Guide biscuits for the base, the best biscuits ever! So delish, my flatmate and I pretty much finished the whole thing in one evening 🙂 You pretty much just made our weekend!

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