Every shift at the bakery someone says, "Oh, let's get together and make sriracha, or kimchi, or beer, or, or, or..." so, the event that actually ended up coming together was a gathering to make mustard. One person brought mustard seeds, the other let her own mustard sit overnight, and then we all helped to make it (although I did more eating than helping, to be honest). The Wild Fire staff was like a little family sharing food and stories, and the atmosphere was too lovely for me to stand. It's rare to find coworkers who appreciate little things like doilies, ceramics, and wooden accents as much as you do. I walked my bike home, passing the boats and fisherman, and was so appreciative of what was finally feeling like my home.