This was normal Sunday morning breakfast when I was growing up: My uncles: “Don’t listen to your dad kids, you’ll never make any money.” My father: “Don’t listen to your uncles kids, they won’t survive the revolution.” My mother: “So who wants whitefish and who wants lox?”

I'm scared to try lox. I can see the the bagel with cream cheese but then to put it looks to be raw fish on it would ruin my breakfast.