To my little sis, a local food memory from our childhood:
Back when we went to Waldport and ate dungeoness crab that we caught in the bay, every night, until we begged to have pizza instead. You were very particular about the way that you ate your crab. You would crack all the segments of all the legs down to the very smallest that hardly counted as "meat". You arranged them in descending order of size around the rim of your plate and them applied the lemon and cocktail sauce very carefully. The crab was only hours out of the bay and tasted sweet, though it managed to make the whole house smell fishy. Here's to many more years of tasty local food together.