Her statement stopped him dead in his tracks. "Food! Of course! Every party needs snacks."

Chinese or Italian? Both are delicious. He remembered his cousins' birthday dishes.

Young Mikey Yam danced to his front door. "Mom, do you know I'm about to turn FOUR?"

"All of my friends will come over and play, then piles of presents will fill our driveway." "We'll have a huge cake and my buddies will say, 'Your party was perfect. Hip, hip, hooray!'"

He need a guru - a trusted grub guide. "Maybe my grannies can help me decide!"

Mikey's Mom smiled as he finished his speech. "Your plan is fantastic, my sweet little peach, but no celebration is ever complete, until you've decided what you want to eat!"

His mind was a jumble of possible choices. He heard both sides of his family's voices.

Ravioli or dumplings? Linguine or Lo Mein? All of these options were hurting his brain.

Mikey was stuck - not sure what to do. He couldn't decide between the two.

"What food did you have for your birthday, Bahboo?" "In Hong Kong, Chinese food is all that we knew." Nonna, do you know what food you would choose?" "My roots are Italian, so pasta can't lose!"

"Well, pizza is something that everyone loves, but tacos fit in your hand like a glove. Burgers are hot dogs are easy to eat, but pork and fried rice is such a nice treat."