How to make the perfect marmalade?
To make the perfect marmalade, you need a core collection of key ingredients; Imagination, passion, creativity, observation, nurture, sustenance and patience.
With all good things, it’s about balance, the combination of time, knowledge and experience determines what we see, feel, taste and think.
With imagination, passion, creative attention and nurturing, good things grow organically and prosper.
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"I have been in the mix for over 35 years, with lots of successful batches in the cupboard. I revel in checking out new ingredients to achieve the perfect balance of sugar, spice & all things nice!"
Daryl Geary
Top Stirrer
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Get Planet Marmalade to collect all the core ingredients, to make your very own first successful batch of marmalade.
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Let Planet Marmalade stir, invigorate and add sugar, spice & all things nice, to your current website, ramping up the batches to make your business really ‘good with Google’!
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What do you want to be when you grow up?
Growing up in Torquay was a privilege, with all the wonders of the leafy sheltered coastline, along with all the pomp of the Victorian age legacy. There was always plenty to do and explore.
I wanted to be a train driver, then an astronaut, I could be anything I wanted to be!
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Then I was thrown into the big school. Back then it was called the Audley Park Secondary School with its notorious A, B, C, & D streams. I was aligned in the D for dunce stream – as I remember, we called it back then. I couldn’t wait to leave. I found gainful employment at the age of 15, working in the numerous bistros and bars dotted about the town. There I learnt to wash up, cook steaks, fish, shellfish and sample all the finer things in life.
I did however leave school with an ‘O’ level in technical drawing and motor engineering.
Daryl Geary
Top Stirrer
In at the deep end!
In the early 80s, Torquay’s hospitality business was booming! Back then it was all about wine bars, bistros, and nightclubs and there were plenty of them to choose from.
I worked for the Mathiew Brothers, who then owned the majority of the success stories. By the age of 15, I worked up to an assistant chef. On the head chefs’ day off, I was in left in charge and …
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regularly served up over 60 covers. It was all about steaks, seafood and ambiance, which were all abundant at the Island Inn!
Torquay also housed many international language schools, and many households accommodated foreign students, including us. It was not uncommon to have several nationalities from all quarters of the globe lodging with us at anyone time.
Looking back, I can see that in these early years of my life, I learned to cook, engage in the successful marketing of food and beverages (F.M.C.G) businesses, and communicate with people from all over the world!
Daryl Geary
Top Stirrer
Left home
Do you want to hitch down to Greece with me, a friend asks? OK, sounds great, said I! A few weeks later, I was sleeping on the floor in Calais ferry terminal!
With my trilby, 1950 woollen trench coat, rucksack and sleeping bag and not much else, the real world was unrepenting.
Sleeping in corn fields, train station floors and eating cold ravioli …
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straight from the tin, our relationship didn’t last long.
We hitched it all the way down to Rimini in Italy together, where we finally departed company. I was shocked to find Italians didn’t know what spaghetti bolognas was!
We had run out of money and tensions were high. In the six weeks together we had been mugged, accosted, moved on by gun waving police in Switzerland, dumped at boarders, searched at gunpoint in Italy and had travelled at warp speed down the hard shoulder of a gridlocked motorway, by a crazy Italian.
Our time was done together, so I left Rimini train station, at two in the morning.
With only coins in my pocket, I got myself to the motorway heading North for my first leg of my journey, back to the UK.
My first lift was a small lorry. We couldn’t exchange any conversation, as we could only speak our cultures’ lingo. I was kindly dropped off on the outskirts of Milan. My host had obviously noticed my depravity and handed me all his loose Lira.
I punted this on the first train to Switzerland. I tried the falling asleep trick to overstay my welcome with the intent on getting further up the track, than my ticket allowed. Only to be ejected at the top of some mountain by a very understanding guardsman. He had the knowledge that I had to now get myself down the mountain, back towards Lucerne, my actual ticket stop!
I remember at this point feeling a little dejected and despondent. I was at the top of a mountain, I was cold, hungry, and I only had one Swiss Franc to my name. I knew that there were three francs to the pound, so I went off to the train station shop to see what I could get to eat for thirty pence!
It would seem that luck had been on my side as soon as I left Rimini? My fortunes had changed?
I was collected from outside the train station by an aggregate lorry going down the hill. My driver spoke English and lived in Lucerne. He generously gave me some change and dropped me off at the main station to Paris!
With recently acquired trust in the humankind and some loose change in my pocket for some food, I settled down on a bench in Lucerne station with the hope of showing my passport in the morning for a ticket to Paris?
I was approached by a southern continent looking character. He asked for papier. In which my new founded worldly knowledge and wisdom, I knew this was cigarette papers.
We exchanged papers for tobacco, my first smoke for two days!
Things were going great – all until the police woke us up at 3am. After both being strip searched, it seems my new mate was travelling with huge amounts of American dollars? A stroke of luck for me, after plentiful explanations, to get out us out of the country, I was put on the next train to Paris and my new friend was put on a train to Milan … with his money!
Gare Du Nord closes at 1am; on the street again. The first person I asked ‘do you know where the nearest church is’, (I knew it was possible to crash in churches in Paris for free) replied in perfect English, are you English? I had bumped into an English teacher living in Paris. Kindly, she allowed me to sleep on her floor and sent me on my way with a doorstep cheese sandwich and some English change.
The last legs were equally incredible. On arrival at Calais, I managed to secure a hitch over the channel as lorry driver’s mate. Lorries were allowed to carry an extra as a driver’s mate. My first ever ride in a juggernaut was manned by an Irish man with good humour. His forwarding journey took him through central London.
My sister Melissa lived in Hounslow at the time, so my obvious destination was there. To my amazement, I was dropped off about a mile from Melissa’s lodging. You won’t believe the next bit, there was an AA van parked in the lay bye and I asked for directions to my sister’s street? Jump in mate, I’ll drop you off!
Door to door in four days. A remarkable experience which I carry with me today – the generosity and kindness of folk.
Daryl Geary
Top Stirrer
The streets of London are paved with gold.
I was working as a glass collector in a city bar in the Barbican. It was the last night of the current management and it was a big party! The next day we were all sacked! During the night, I was offered a job washing barrels in a microbrewery in the East End of London. Godsons & Chudley brewery was its name, and it was by run by two Irish brothers, Patrick and Finnian Fitzpatrick …
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Within 3 months, they brought me a car (a white ford fiesta), and sent me out on the road.
My job was to visit every free house inside the M25 and sell them beer. I can do this, so I set off with my shiny new A to Z. The bars included all the collages in London too, so I had plenty on and the world was my lobster!
Fortunately, one of their beers was quite unique, it was the Godsons Black Horse bitter. A dark beer and 4.8% proof. The chemistry of the beer was good and clean, and it was an easy sell. It was my first encounter working with a true brand, (a classic 3 colour logo design) as consumers found the name that suited them, sometimes it was ‘Godsons Black Horse’, sometimes ‘Godsons’, or ‘Black Horse’ and within other sectors, the crem del la crem, it was named G.B.H for short, and it was good beer too!
The pubs in London were as diverse as you can imagine, from spit and sawdust to bling and brash and the publicans were challenging at times. I made sure I visited every two weeks so they either gave me an order to get rid of me, and if they liked me, they would try two or three of the beers we made.
Black Horse took off, and we all became Yuppies, along with new words to my vocabulary like ‘yar’! The brothers brought BMW mark 3s and I moved up to a Ford Escort, and the mobile phones back then came with their own suitcase.
I’m still not sure what happened, but soon after the boom came the bust! Maybe it was cash flow, or maybe the cars?
Anyhow, I was out of a job, but not for long as Salisbury Brewery took over the beers and moved production to Salisbury.
Life wasn’t the same. I seemed to be out on a limb on my own. And unfortunately the ‘Black Horse’ was not the same beer, as the chemistry had changed, and it didn’t like to travel, so within a year my trade stopped.
Hey Daryl, there is a job going in a London wine wholesaler, meet in a wine bar in Covent Garden.
