I very rarely regret leaving the States for Italy nearly seven years ago. But I must admit, every Sunday morning, I am overcome with intense nostalgia for a bagel with cream cheese and lox. Now anyone who knows bagels knows you can’t find a decent one outside of NY or NJ, and if you did you would never admit it out of sheer regional pride. So while Rome has some of the best bread on the planet, the bagels I have tried just don’t cut it. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that the eight months out of the year that I am in Italy, I will have to improvise. I have found that wedges of pizza bianca are a fine substitute. Smear with Philadelphia (or stracchino if you must), top with cured salmon, garnish with capers and thinly sliced red onion, and count the days until you can make it to Murray’s on 6th.