When I was a kid I knew clams as tiny strips of some sort of vaguely edible rubbery bread crumb covered food type item. I liked them. Then one year I was on vacation in Cape Cod. We stopped at a roadside shack place for lunch. My mom and sister got clam sandwiches and encouraged me to get one. I really didn’t see how what I knew as “clams” would work on a sandwich. One bite from my mom’s sandwich and I have never eaten those little rubber things ever again.

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