The dessert menu reads that it is sweetened with natural juices. Two sentences later, “Sweetened with aspartame.” Eyeroll…. I make the mistake of saying it aloud. “That is not naturally sweetened and suggesting an ice cream sundae to Hubby. Our waitress makes a definite point to tell me it is naturally sweetened… Waitress, dear, please don’t argue with me. After such a physically and emotionally exhausting day, you are so tired and crabby. I’m just crabby.