My favorite customer

I have a favorite customer. His name is Carmelo. He's from Peru and has a cousin's nephew's niece's, second aunt's neighbor's friend who is in the homeland . She is the pride of all who know her and is diligently studying at a fine culinary school. Carmelo, because he is in the U.S. has been designated as the go to man for everything culinary. He takes his job seriously.

I think I'm his best friend. I'm not saying that because I have a big head or anything, its just that IF he were to have a cell phone I'm pretty sure I'd be in his fave 5...I'm definitely on his speed dial...well if pay phones had speed dial I would be.

You see, he thinks SO highly of me that he knows that I will be sitting by the phone awaiting his call. Say at 9:30 Friday night, or 9:32, or 9:34. Or if I'm not available then, then I certainly will be at say 7:38 Saturday morning, or 7:40, or 7:42. You get the idea. And he always leaves me such great messages.

"Hellooo, It's me, Carmelo. Do you remember me?"

Honestly Carmelo, could I forget you?? You are ingrained in my cerebral cortex and woven into my heart from the 20-30 times we have conversed on the phone. Our relationship now spans many months and multiple updates of the culinary challenges that lie in wait.

Carmelo's cousin's nephew's niece's, second aunt's neighbor's friend WAS studying cake decorating but she has progressed now to candies. I wish her all the best. I know she will do well because, how could you not with Carmelo's support.

And, if you truly DO love me Carmelo, how about sending me some of those delectable delights?