When we were in NY Ben got his first taste of lox. And not just any old lox but Zabar's lox. We figured he would spit it out and make his yucky face. But not only did he not spit it out, he cried for more . . . and more . . . and more. Uh oh! Not only did we have a kid with some expensive tastes on our hands, but we also had another mouth to feed with the one pound of Zabar's lox we had. More for him meant less for us. D'oh!This morning I had some poor imitation lox on my bagel and Ben immediately started screeching for some. I gave him a few slices and still he wanted more. I had to tell him 'no more' and he cried and cried. I told him that CPS would do nothing for lox-deprived children, so he could cream all he wanted.