Clamorous

I do not eat clams. Never will. I have no desire or intention of eating clams. I see a clam - I won't eat it. Don't want it. You can disguise it, you might sneak it into something, I might eat it by deceitful conniving smarty pants cook practices, but I won't be happy. You can dress it up, talk it up, serve it up. If I eat it up I will throw it up. You may call it many things; palourde, muschel, almeja, molusco, tweekleppig schelpdier, klemme, hard shell, soft shell and giant, but don't call it edible. It will not be eaten by me.