Coconut Mango Mojitos.
Yesterday I had a moment.
I had to check a box. With pen and paper. You know, like a box that said 18-24, 25-34, etc? Pertaining to one’s age? Well this box was slightly different, and it said 20-29. I looked at it and was like… oh, 29… that’s weird. That 9 sure does look weird there. Why does 29 look so weird? I don’t like looking at 29. I’m feeling uncomfortable.
Hmmm. Hold the phone. I am 29. This is weird. It’s so weird that I can’t stop saying it’s weird. What’s happening?
I’ve never been one to think or ever care about ages, but then I saw this 29 and seriously, what.the.heck. ???? It threw me off a little bit. Was I really 19 ten whole years ago? Because I’m pretty sure it feels like just yesterday that I was failing economics* and changing my major 43 times.
So I made mojitos. I had almost three. Wanted to act like I was 22 again and forget that I spent an outrageous amount of money on Benefit erase paste yesterday in order to… erase things on my face. It worked.
The mojitos, not the paste.
Coconut Mango Mojitos
- 6-8 fresh mint leaves
- 2 1/2 ounces of mint simple syrup
- 1 ounce of coconut rum
- 1 1/2 ounces of club soda
- 1-2 ounces of mango puree
- the juice of one lime
- To make the mango puree, combine 1 peeled + chopped, ripe mango in a food processor (or high speed blender) with the juice of 1 lime, and process until smooth (or at least almost smooth).
- In the bottom of a glass, add 1 ounce of simple syrup and the mint leaves. Muddle with a muddler or use the clean bottom of something blunt, like a screwdriver! Add ice to the glass, and pour rum, syrup, mango puree, lime juice and club soda over top. Mix with a long spoon or knife and serve with an additional sprig of mint.
- Note: depending on the sweetness of your fruit, you may want to add more/less simply syrup, so I suggest tasting as you go. Same with the rum – add more if you like your drinks strong. Malibu also makes a mango rum that you could combine with traditional coconut rum.
*Whoever tells you this is needed in real life is living in a house of lies.