Close your eyes and think of crackers. What do you see? Puffy Oyster Crackers? Square Saltines? Round Ritz? Triscuits? Wheat Thins? Goldfish? Paul Pigott would prefer that you see flat, crispy Croccantini — thinner than RyKrisp, sturdier than matzo, hefty enough to swipe through a tub of cream cheese and flavorful enough to complement the Cambozola that’s on special in the cheese cooler at the end of his outstretched arm.