I am sorry I made you wait one day before I presented this last skewer in my Kabob Party series. You see I am in Palm Springs, and I was feeling like I needed a cocktail. So yesterday I brought out a Sweet Basil Gimlet to wet my whistle. But trust me these grilled scallops skewers are worth the wait.

But before I get to the grilled scallops let me run something by you.

I am thinking about changing the format of Sippity Sup. I am thinking about making it a fashion blog. Sippity Sup- Serious Fun Fashion.

It’s no secret that I am really, really, ridiculously good looking. It’s like my good friend and male model Derek Zoolander always says, “I caught my reflection in a spoon while I was eating my cereal, and I remember thinking ‘wow, you're ridiculously good looking, maybe you could do that for a career’."

Well I’m not sure I am as really, really good looking as Derek Zoolander, so I probably can’t be professionally good looking like him. But I could probably do it for a blog.

So you wanna eat more veggies? You keep saying you do. But I am starting to doubt your strength of commitment in this area.

Take my personal favorite veggie. The beet. Both beetroot and beet greens are very powerful cleansers and builders of the blood. Beets are loaded with vitamins A, B1, B2, B6 and C. The greens have a higher content of iron compared to spinach. They are also an excellent source of calcium, magnesium, copper, phosphorus, sodium and iron. So they are very very good for you. Yet you resist eating them.

I am not your mother however, and this is not a nutrition blog. It’s an “I am crazy in love with food and you should be too blog” But who says love can’t be good for you?

And because I have a healthy love/love relationship with beets I come here and push them on you whenever I can.

I have used them in a salad, an interesting, spicy salad that even included the beet greens. You looked the other way.

I tried to cajole you with the prettiest pasta you’ve ever seen. I even steeped beets in rum hoping to get you to enjoy them at cocktail hour. But still you beat back my beets!

Harrumph… is all I have to say.