This is your mother speaking. You really shouldn’t be getting takeout for lunch every day. Not only are you throwing all of your money away, but you’re not eating all of your food groups! Why don’t you make something yummy for dinner and then pack it in a cute, reusable bag and take it to work? Martha Stewart even suggests a packable lunch recipe every day on her site, so you won’t need to waste a minute thinking about what to eat. You (and your wallet) will thank me when you’re older.

Let’s face it. Most websites suck. Doncha think? Generally, I especially loathe those wear-their-gimmick-on-their-sleeve sites, the ones that were created just so someone could get a book deal. But I love me some This Is Why You’re Fat. It’s hardcore, wet and sloppy, extreme, take-no-prisoners, get down and dirty food porn. And I, for one, cannot get enough of it. If you’re looking to drool over photographs of the most over the top food assemblages ever created, this is the omnivore pornography for which you have spent your whole life waiting. Co-created by Frisky contributors Richard Blakeley (of Gawker) and his girlfriend, Urlesque‘s Jessica Amason, this is the next food movement—21st century shameless gluttony!—waiting to happen. After the jump, a few of my obscene favorites.

March is National Frozen Foods Month. Who knew?! We here at The Frisky love our frozen foods—and not just because we’re too lazy to cook. Never in a million years could I make a vegetable lasagna as delicious as the ones I get in my grocery store’s freezer section. After the jump, 10 frozen foods that make our lives delightful. Share your favorites in the comments!

So we’ve all heard of celebrating the holidays with traditional food items. Thanksgiving has turkey. Christmas has ham. St. Patty’s Day has beer and, uh, corned beef. Black History Month apparently has collard greens and catfish. Rainbow Grocery Store decided to print the dumbest ad featuring “black people food” in what they consider to be an attempt at celebrating Black History Month. The selection of food is supposed to be what the typical black person eats. So pork hocks and frying chickens are what black people eat on a regular basis? Because I know it’s not in my diet. All they are missing in the ad is grits and chitlins. There’s nothing wrong with eating those food items, but why are such items like seafood and ham considered to be black people food? Do white people have white food? A company rep explains, “This ad was intended to celebrate Black History Month and African American culture by sharing with our customers some of the contributions African Americans have made to the grocery industry.” Mm, ‘kay. Click past the jump to see the full ad! [Gawker]

We all know Valentine’s Day is one of the most romantic times of the year, and if you want to really turn up the heat, you should consider preparing dinner at home. I know you’re probably thinking, “What about the expensive restaurant and reservations made months in advance?” Scratch all that off your date book. This Valentine’s Day, you’re going to wow your partner with a homemade romantic dinner.

Hi, I’m Dr. V. I’m not a real doctor. I just play one on the Internet. What I am is a lady—-a lady who is a fool for love! And I love nothing more than sex. My deepest desires have happily led me on many adventures in the sack, but they have also, sadly, made me one of my gyno’s most valuable players. At least I’ve lived to tell the tale(s)! Every Friday, I dish the dirt on everything from getting freaky to getting freaked out. Let’s get this party started …

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, and you know what they say, ladies—the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Since we’re typically more interested in getting into his pants, here are some edible aphrodisiacs that are so yummy, he can already taste it!

We’ve had a hankering for all things sweet since we were in single digits, and candy was one of the first words we knew how to spell. Since we weren’t born yesterday, it’s hard to surprise or impress us when it comes to the sugary stuff. When a friend told us to try these chocolate-covered sunflower seeds, we said, Huh? Chocolate-covered what? But now that we’ve tasted Sunny Seed Drops, our lives will never be the same. [$2.90, SunflowerFoodCompany.com]

We’re giving away five tubes of Sunny Seed Drops, but you have to work if you want to taste this delicacy. The five best commenters for this coming week—from today, Friday, Jan. 23 through Thursday, Jan. 29—will be awarded with one. So, be as clever, smart, and original as you can! Click HERE to read the official rules.

In the land of booze, there’s no doubt that sex sells. We’re used to seeing the half-clad woman on a billboard, covering her crotch with a bottle of vodka. But why do we combine drink names with sex? Is it because of the good laugh we all have when asking a hot bartender, “Can you make me a Spread Eagle?” Whatever the reason, these sexy drinks usually have outlandish names with disgusting, random, sugary ingredients—things that no self-respecting boozehounds would ever order or put down their gullet. But damn, they’re fun. After the jump, a sexy drink sampling.

Candlelight, red wine, freshly made pasta. Flirting at a small table in a corner infrequently visited by the waiter. Such are the makings of a great date.

But not if you can’t eat what they’re serving. What if you must start with a 10-minute interrogation: Can the scaloppini be prepared without a dusting of flour? Can I forgo the bed of pasta and just have the red pepper salmon? Does the chef use anything to thicken the risotto? Embarrassing. Your waiter takes a few trips to the kitchen to speak with the chef, and your date progresses in fits in starts. And–let’s be honest–you might seem a little high-maintenance (think Sally Albright, the picky heroine who ordered everything on the side in the romantic comedy When Harry Met Sally).

When we think of casseroles, the first thing that comes to mind is a green been monstrosity that an aunt used to force upon us at Thanksgiving. Just imagining it makes us ill. But Emily Farris is set on changing our minds about casseroles, or “hotdishes” as Minnesotans like her call them. Her book, Casserole Crazy: Hot Stuff for Your Oven, came out last month and includes yummy recipes from her own repertoire, as well as from big-name chefs like Bobby Flay, Paula Deen, and Donatella Arpaia. Emily was nice enough to take a break from cooking to chat with us about her passion for vintage Pyrex and how she seduces men…

I wouldn’t consider myself to be a Grade A snob, despite what some may think.  I may carry an expensive bag or be sporting expensive shoes, but chances are that I’m wearing Forever 21 everywhere else.  I prefer a diner sandwich to a fancy meal, have cut myself off from mani/pedis and learned to polish my own, and am getting a little less bitter about the subway. In these tough economic times, we’re all trying to cut back, but there are some things we’re just not willing to give up.

I’m seriously addicted to these itty-bitty cookies. Each kind is named after friends of the company’s owner, Jon Chazen. “It’s a way to honor them,” he says. “I don’t name them after anyone I was intimate with—no ex-girlfriends, not even my wife—and she understands.” Jon worked at Barneys New York selling women’s shoes, but one day he had an epiphany and decided to go to baking school. Once he realized his true calling, he started his own bakery, and the rest is history. My favorite flavor is the “Summaiya.” They’re chewy oatmeal cookies with raisins, sour cherries and, get this, crushed potato chips. It’s a perfect sweet, sour and salty combination. Jon told me he put so many different layers in this one because Summaiya “had a simplicity about her, but she was very complicated at the same time.” Now I want a cookie named after me. I’m thinking chewy chocolate with raspberry chocolate chips. Here’s hoping Jon needs a new BFF. [$45 for tin with six dozen cookies, Dough-Ray-Me]

There are so many things involved in attraction. From clothing to chemistry, a never-ending list of items can be turn-offs.  But sometimes differences are a turn-on, from magnets to men, you know what they say: opposites attract. Still, some things are so repellent, they’re deal breakers.

I truly believe that the number one reason to get a boyfriend is to let yourself go. Not like “let yourself go” in a Britney kind of way – that’s scary – but let yourself go in a “let’s get a little fat together” kind of way. You get to do things in a couple that you don’t get to do when you’re single. Like get popcorn at the movies. Or spend an entire day drinking beer and eating buffalo wings any time between, I don’t know, September and January (football season). Good, wholesome, highly caloric activities that involve a lot of sitting. That’s high quality couple time.

It is with this mentality that I enter most relationships – which is why when I began dating a Manorexic, I quickly recognized the symptoms and got the eff out of there. My Manorexic—let’s call him Craig (as in Jenny)—seemed great. He was smart, handsome, gainfully employed, drank in moderation, and still had both balls – I was sold.

What you eat around the time you get pregnant could influence whether you have a boy or a girl, a study published in Proceedings B, a biological research journal, reported. And because diets have changed due to industrialization (Hamburgers! French fries! Sour Patch Kids!), diet could be a possible explanation for the falling proportion of male births. [Medical News Today]

Nothing says “I Love You” like breakfast in bed and these love-themed cooking utensils and food say it even better. Click on the images to buy!