Breakfast of champions

My sister gave me a jar of these lovely cocktail skewered pickles and olives for my birthday. Just the sight of them made my salivary glands cha cha around the block. I don’t drink cocktails, although I do like a bloody Mary from time to time, and they’d work well in one. Unfortunately they won’t last long enough for that to happen. I had 3 for breakfast and really, I’d have eaten the entire jar of them but I stopped myself in an unusual display of self-control. I give them 36 hours.

A happy by-product are these cute little daggers that hold them together. I am going to save and use them to stab people who annoy me once I am out of lockdown.