So it turns out that non-alcoholic coquito is a pretty fantastic cure to cocktail envy when you aren't allowed to/don't want to imbibe anything with a bit of kick in it. I've been whipping up batches of this creamy goodness every so often (which for now I can chalk up to baby weight, but which I'm sure I'll have to find another excuse for in the next few months) and thorough relishing sipping it oh-so-slowly over crushed ice. Seriously, if you're not drooling at the mere thought of this, there is clearly something fundamentally wrong with you.
