Some little things make a big difference. Like homemade croutons for example. When I’m at a salad bar, I always pass up those hard-as-a-rock mass-produced chunks of a substance that may once have been bread, but I’m dubious (of its origins.) On the other hand, I adore homemade croutons. On a hot day, there is nothing better than cold soup or salad with a few scrumptious croutons floating on top. They take any food they’re in up a notch and often just plain steal the show.