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When I was in school and living at home, my mom made an apple crisp that was tasty, yet seemed “different.”  The apple slices were longer and narrower than those of a normal apple.  When I questioned her about it, she adopted a cute little smirk and, after a little prodding, admitted it was because the apple slices were really zucchini slices.  Unfortunately, as soon as I knew it wasn’t an apple crisp, with no justification I automatically didn’t like it.  This past weekend, I made a baked pasta dish my daughter grew up eating, but this time I prepared it with gluten-free rotini and offered it to her without sharing that tiny difference.  She ate the whole serving, praising its yumminess, and ended up consuming a healthy, home-cooked meal.  What she didn’t know, didn’t hurt her.  Moreover, it was actually good for her.  That may be a smart way to look at life.

Would you rather know every little detail, or leave some things to the imagination?