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Butterfingers and Bambi-- Breakfast of Champions

Well....not really.

But, what else are you supposed to say when someone walks through the door holding a Butterfinger candy bar in one hand and a strip of venison jerky in the other???

It's odd, the pairings that we as humans make with our food. And, most times it isn't even about the pairing of the flavors as it is the pairing of qualities---- Butterfinger and Bambi (ie Sweet and Salty). I guess this is where the pairing of Peanut Butter and Jelly originated, as well as the chocolate-dipped pretzel and chocolate-dipped nuts.

And, the pairings are not confined to just the Sweet/Salt mix..... Look at Sweet/Sour candies or even the Salt/Sour combo made famous in Salt and Vinegar Chips....Salt and Vinegar anything, for that matter. Our tastebuds derive such satisfaction from such confusing combinations. Once we have mastered the simple we then crave the complex.

We crave layers of flavor, wrapped in tight packages of more flavor. And many times, the cravings are so subtly complex and sub-conscious, that we aren't even aware that our body has signaled for a specific pairing. I mean, who would consciously pick up a piece of deer jerky and a Butterfinger?

But, the craving of complexity isn't limited merely to our food--- though it is most easily identified this way. We crave complexity in everything we do, we need complexity to prevent boredom and stagnation. New music, new video games, new pieces of technology, anything to keep us newly occupied and busy. Yet, once the video game is mastered and the music memorized, the novelty wears away and we are left searching for something "more"...lest boredom take hold.

We are, by nature, curious creatures and chronic fiddlers. We have to know how things work and why they do what they do. And, we will continue to test the boundaries of everything in front of us so long as the consequences aren't negative or fatal, well so long as we assume they aren't negative or fatal---- I mean, how else will we ever know if Butterfingers and Bambi might catch on????

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