When I stopped at the corner store to pick up some dog food on the way home, the guy ahead of me in line waved to pass him on our way to the register. He reached for another bag of comfort food to add to his mounting stash of Oreo cookies in his basket. I joked with him that I am not judging. I gained four pounds during this Apocalypse. I can either flatten the curve Or flatten the stomach, But I can’t do both! Have you seen the cute and tasty miniature pies in the grocery store which sell for fifty cents? This is the story of the tiny pie. My daughter, the germaphobe, rarely leaves the house except to exercise by walking around the neighborhood with the dog or the kids. She does not shop in grocery stores but orders her groceries on line and picks them up at the store. The process works well for her even when requested items cannot be filled and substitutions come into play. Like the little pie. She didn’t want a...