As most of you know, Alan has to have things much sweeter than the average person. He puts 3 splendas on his spaghetti with sauce.

He doesn't drink coffee any more, but in his de-caf tea, he'll put 4 splendas.

This is been going on ever since he went off the duragesic fentanyl patch a bit over 3 years ago. Before the patch, he would use 3 splendas in his coffee and not on anything else.

Well, I don't know if it's getting worse or I'm just getting to be a more diversified cook but this sweetening everything is puzzling to me.

Tonight I made him fresh cooked carrots with sugar-free maple syrup (it's sweetned with splenda), there's also sorbitol on the label. I won't go near that because of what it does to my stomach.

So Alan goes nuts over the carrots. Last night I made home made bran muffins and put some of the sugar free maple syrup in them. (tasted them myself, they were out of this world).

Tonight, I made him grilled chicken with layers of shredded cooked plain carrots and zucchini on top (no syrup yet).

I then said "let me do an experiment. I just put a dash of the sugar free maple syrup over the chicken. So there he had in front of him the chicken, and on the side were the syruped carrots and my PATATAS. Thank god I didn't put the syrup on the potatoes, I think that would have been a bit much.

Well, he took one bite of the chicken and said "This is absolutely the best chicken I have ever tasted, please make it like this from now on and he also said "I don't know what you are doing with the carrots but by god, are they delicious. And of course, he devoured the patatas.

I tried to look up Taste Perversion on the internet but all it says is it MIGHT be a side effect of levaquin or some drug.

Do any of you know why he has this need to sweeten everything? and WILL IT EVER STOP? He loves going to the bathroom because when he was on the fentanyl patch he only went once a week and now with the bran muffins and the veggies (and now with a little sorbitol, believe me I don't pour the syrup on, I just put a teaspoon). well, he loves not being constipated.

Thanks to anyone who knows.
Melody

P.S. I'm scared to make him scrambled eggs.