I'm easy to please when it comes to food. I'll try anything once. I did lamb at Edna's Restaurant while working there in high school. Once. Next question. I was thinking other day, when and where did my love of seafood begin? It was probably those Friday night plates of frozen fish sticks, that Mom slid my way. My Dad loved fresh haddock, so that was another end of the week staple. I can never remember eating lobsters at our house. Ever. Probably a bit too pricey, even back then, for a family of six. I think the first time my lips tasted the delicacy was on a trip to Boothbay Harbor, at that restaurant with the big tugboat nearby, with Mom and her sister, my Aunt Mimi. Now, I do recollect where my torrid affair with fried clams began. It was the very first time I set foot in the old Village Cafe. Do I like them? Let me just say this. I probably ate at the Village over 50 times in my life, before it closed, and I never ordered anything but the clams. Ever! Creature of habit or what? I'll sign off with these 'words of wisdom': find something you love in life? Stick with it! You won't go wrong... well, in most cases that is.