When Sarah and I were sitting in the airport, waiting to come home from our Seattle trip, I sent myself an e-mail with some notes for a story idea. I swear we nearly died laughing when I saw what AutoCorrect did to my message, specifically the last line. I was not worrying about “inbred” being a local Seattle thing. Seems ingred (as in short for ingredients) is like the same thing as inbred. Yeah, so close, yet so far.