I just wrote a novel about our new favorite sweet things over here:
Historically, we’ve been pretty bad about keeping stuff on hand, and sometimes that’s been scary. So, we are growing up, and being better at it. But I’ve certainly politely asked for a cup of juice or soda STAT while in a bar more than once.
EH hates those glucose tabs, because they taste like chalk to him. Skittles give him canker sores. For a long time he used Mentos, but got tired of it, and the mint ones were too menthol-y for him to gauge how he was recovering. Chocolate doesn’t work for him either, too much caffeine. He also used Starburst, but they melt. And small Lara Bars (but their wrappers are made of some plastic-like-substance made from corn which is stupid loud at night, and they’re hard to chew up). And a host of free hard candy scored from a restaurant/hotel/etc. is always floating around in our lives. I keep juice boxes and chocolate milk boxes, and when we did Whole30, he used applesauce, dates, and figs, and that worked.
(And, now an epilogue here.)