Doctor, I think I may have a problem. Clams used to make me moan when they met mouth. I would gulp them up and swish their juices in my mouth and be in pure bliss. Sometimes even the thought of the clam would send shivers down my spine and put me into a deep state of wanting. I didn't care where the clam came from, when I needed it, I just plain needed it. I've even had clams in airports, bars and my friends backyards. The perfect thing about the clam is that I can have it morning, noon or night. It made me happy when I was feeling down and when I was in top form, you had better watch out 'cause I can pound back the clam like no ones business. But a few weeks ago, I bought some clam on the Quebec side. The second the clam revealed itself I knew it was different. It smelled off, but I was craving the clam so much that I decided to plunge in anyway. BIG MISTAKE. That clam was putrid. It tasted like rancid pig ass and now, no matter how fresh, young or pink, I just can not enjoy the clam juice. I've tried, lord knows I've tried. I've added hot sauce to the clams, tried freezing them with lots of ice and tried to drown out any flavor with vodka, but they all taste alike now. I close my eyes and try, but porcine anus is all I taste. Please help. This is not something that I can do without. It is my preference, my love and my lifestyle. I can swing no other way.