so one of my friends is a farmer, and he stayed the night last night so that he could visit our synagogue and daven in a group without breaking shabbos, as a thanks for lending him our couch he left behind some choice tomatoes from his harvest
It just feel surreal lol, feels like something that would happen in a small village not in the center of a city of 1.5 million people
Adding to the surrealism, because trading produce for housing would be commerce he couldn't of course say any of this during shabbat, so when he got here he just put them on the counter with "these are tomatoes" lmao, only after havdalah did he explain why they were there
Fresh, organic tomatoes are really good omg
