The Tiffany Conroy Memorial Sandwich is, in my opinion, the best legacy of the time I spent working with Tiffany Conroy. We were sweat shop labour in an office next door to St. Lawrence Market in Toronto.
Whatever was happening at the office, the proximity to so much good food made life more bearable. Tiffany would often say “I need a savoury snack,” before disappearing. We often created elaborate sandwiches using whole loaves of bread, mainly because one loaf was the smallest quantity for sale. By far, our favourite was the sandwich that would later be named in Tiffany’s honour upon her departure.
It is a delicious sandwich with strong flavours, but manages not to be overpowering. It’s the sort of thing I could eat every day and not grow tired of it.
If you are at St. Lawrence Market, it starts with the baguette from the basement vendor. The employee there, Don, always called Tiffany by a name other than her own, often two or three times in one sentence: Stephanie, Siffany, Daphne, and my favourite Staphne. These mild annoyances seemed trivial when lunch was so close at hand. Plus, in the cat and mouse game of office politics, Tiffany and I were over-educated mice, and we were happy talking to market vendors on company time.
Baguette on hand, we were ready to take on the world, or at least head upstairs to the cheesemonger and prosciutto merchant.
The Brie Bandits always gave us more Cambozola cheese than we wanted (and charged us for it), so we learned to order 100 grams (scant) of Cambozola cheese.
Next, one needs 100 grams of prosciutto. This is not a time to be thrifty. Buy the best that you can afford and make sure that it is properly sliced. Doing anything else disgraces the memory of Tiffany Conroy and her sandwich. If they have the special stuff were where the hogs have only been fed acorns and Perrier water, all the better. Schlieffer’s has the best selection.
The black olive tapanade is something that a variety of vendors sell under the name “Tasty Tapanade”, and it comes from the same supplier. I have been unable to find it outside Toronto, so make my own from a puree of black olives, capers, anchovies, lemon juice, and pepper.
Next we would pick up some arugula and fresh lemon, before dashing back to the office for assembly. (We kept our grainy “Triple C” Kozlik’s mustard in the office fridge.) The rest is easy.
Split the baguette and spread the cheese on the bottom then put some mustard on top. The tapanade should be spread on the top side of the baguette. Next, layer the prosciutto on top of the cheese and top with lots of fresh arugula and fresh lemon. Squish into a sandwich, and celebrate the memory of Tiffany Conroy, a food lover and friend.
Tiffany Conroy Memorial Sandwich
- 1 baguette
- 100 grams (scant) Cambozola cheese
- 100 grams prosciutto
- 2 tbsp Black olive tapanade
- Grainy mustard to taste
- Lemon to taste
Directions: put between bread.
11 thoughts on “The ultimate savoury snack: the TifCo Memorial Sandwich”
I completely forgot about Don. Staphne was my “favourite” too.
My mouth waters in memory.
I wanted to incorporate how we would go to Paddington’s Pub for lunch on Mondays (when the Market is closed) since it was the last place where our boss would ever look for us. Ugh. So many montecristo sandwiches.
It was either the montecristos that you’d have or the omlette with too much feta I’d have. Why did they always have the exact same Monday specials? If I could go back in time, I’d tell us to order beers with our lunch.
Plus how could we have both forgotten: it was called Paddington’s PUMP:
We had beer a few times, but always ordered their horrid draught, when we should have stuck to bottles of 50.
I remember now why we never ordered beer and why we always ordered the special: because we were paid a pittance and preferred to save our pennies for balsamic pickled onions, perfectly ripened avocados and Starbucks coffees.
I absolutely burst out laughing when I read Staphne…I don’t know why I found it sooo funny but I did. I remember when I first met Tiffany and she told me that people often called her Stephanie and it made NO sense to me why people would do that and I didn’t entirely believe her….until someone did it….10 minutes later. I feel that someone should note however to anyone else reading this and who does not know Peter’s sense of humour, TIFFANY ISN’T DEAD.
…because it brings to mind Staphylococcus.
Jer, I don’t mean to imply that Tiffany is dead, simply that she is well remembered. After all, when I left the office, I did not get so much as a card, let alone naming rights to a sandwich.
I think I need to make plans to make this sandwich as it has already been established that I share Tiffany’s taste for the salty and sour.
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