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Hello and welcome to Table Talk, the Spectators' Food and Drink podcast. I'm Olivia Potts.

And I'm Lara Prendergast. And today we are delighted to welcome to table talk Tara Wigley.

Tara is the in-house writer of Team Otolengi, where she's led on the writing of six books.

She also has a weekly column in The Guardian and a monthly column in the New York Times,

which she co-writes with Yotem Otelengi. Her first solo book, How to Butter Toast, came out in September

and is described as the antidote to cookbook overload, as it doesn't actually contain any recipes.

Oh, and it's completely written in verse. Tara, welcome to Table Tool. Thank you very much. And I trust

we'll be speaking in roaming couplets for the whole, whole jazz. All the to go. Always. Like all the other podcasts, we do. Tarot, let's start where we always start,

which is right at the beginning. What are your earliest memories of food? My earliest memories of food.

I've always just loved eating. There's always just been a lot of food. The dish that stands

out from childhood is dad's egg in the cup on a Sunday night and it seems slightly unfair to

talk about it because it's kind of the one meal that he made compared to sort of mum cooking

every day. But that is the memory of the kind of soft boiled egg and then he'd do soldiers

which he'd chop up into

little squares and then pile it into a warm glass and sometimes there was bacon or sometimes

there wasn't and that was kind of Sunday night egg in the cup but in terms of my own kind

of relationship with food and making it it was the tea that I used to make coming home from school and I used to

just have this kind of ginormous plate of kind of thick granary bread with peanut butter and

mum's homemade jam and then there'd just be, you know, sort of carrot cake and what we called

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