Salmonella in your jalapeños. Glass in your fruity popsicles. A “pallet nail was discovered in a loaf of Potato Sourdough Bread” earlier this month. And for a solid week now, Donald Trump has been cooking up some global scheme involving mystery meat. All in all, it really feels like a girl can’t simply kick back and enjoy “The Boys of Summer” at a late August cookout anymore without the whole party potentially devolving into that Final Destination: Bloodlines BBQ scene. (Out on the road today / I saw a RECALLED sticker on a salad pack …) So far, 2026 has been the year of food gone wrong—or at least, that sure is how it seems.