I’ve been accused and found guilty:  I am a pie snob.

I adore pie, pie making, pie eating, every little flaky delicate crumb of the crust and luscious drop of filling.  I’ve been known to lick my plate, to shower the baker with kudos, to plead for more.

But pie at a restaurant?  I won’t waste the calories on it.  I can’t stand the heavy crust:  thick, sweet, solid.