Just had to write a quick couple of honorable mentions of breakfast in the media this week.

First, the commercial that had me spewing wine at the television during the Super Bowl.  I'm not a big football fan.  In fact, I pick my football teams the way I sometimes pick wine ... which ever one has the prettiest packaging.  So I was rooting for the Saints only because I like the fleur de lis, black and gold were my college colors, and thought it would be a great boost for New Orleans.

The Super Bowl commercials are the real entertainment.  What were your favorites this year?  My top picks included the Snickers "You're not you when you're hungry" Betty White Ad.  I couldn't believe it when my favorite Golden Girl got tackled.  After that, the Google ad.  An American Finds Love In Paris.  Made me weepy and misty eyed.

But the ultimate spill-my-wine-and-drop-my-potato-chips ad was the Denny's Grand Slam Screaming Chickens.  There are going to be a lot of eggs needed for their free Grand Slam Breakfast this Tuesday.  If you haven't seen it, be prepared to laugh ...

I'm going to think of this now every time I have some eggs ... which is pretty often for this site!  But what really impressed me the most was right after I tweeted about this commercial, Denny's immediately tweeted me back ...

Now here's a company that really understands marking in this social media age.  After making a huge investment in Super Bowl air time ... they backed it up with watching for instant feedback on Twitter and started a dialogue with their Twitter fans.  Bravo.  Who needs focus groups when you've got Twitter?

My second breakfast media mention this week is a post on World Hum by Eric Weiner, "Don't Mess With My French Toast." Weiner describes my feelings about breakfast perfectly with his thought,

"at that early hour we’re still finding our bearings, still vulnerable. Breakfast is our way of reconnecting with our past before venturing into the world and forging our futures. For the traveler, breakfast grounds us in our home culture so we can work up the gumption to explore a new one."

Isn't that the truth?  For me, the comfort of breakfast in the morning is like a warm cozy blanket that makes getting out from under the covers in the morning tolerable.  The morning is definitely not a time when I'm rip roarin and ready to go dive into something adventurous.  Not until after my coffee anyway.

Did you have any breakfast stories from the weekend to share?  Let us know by commenting below!

--Rachelle

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