Poking through my salad to find the accoutrements of fried onion bits, I found myself eating voraciously at greens for the reward of the crispy coating. So worth the hunt and yet I was reminded that I have sometimes just gone for the good stuff. Ignoring any base, I have thought it wise to snack or stuff on things that are meant to complement. The results have always been similar for me. A bloated, shameful feeling of having gone overboard. The little bits of onion are best experienced with ordinary leaves. This speaks of more than just toppings to me.