Labels, matter?

A three year old child in my family ripped all the labels off all the canned goods in the cupboard circa 1980. For privacy reasons thy shall remain nameless.

For months my Mom would open mystery cans and make dinners out of whatever happened to be inside. A peach could become a variety of things, peach cobbler, a smoothie....cereal topping. 

But still, a peach is inherently a peach. 

Because of the hilarity of mystery dinner nights I cannot deny the convenience of labels.

For canned goods.