What I am about to share might start a family feud: I credit these little party-sized fish, egg, and mayo toasts to my aunt Asya — they’ve been a staple in her zakuski rotation for decades. This is known. My mother, as far back as I can remember, never made them. That is, until my mother noticed the gusto with which my now-husband-then-boyfriend enjoyed Asya’s buterbrodi (this was back when he was still new to the family, and everyone was trying to win him over with food). And sure enough, they started appearing on my mom’s zakuski table. And not only appearing — my mother maintained, vehemently, that they were her recipe from the outset, and Asya stole them from her.