I'm cheating on my vegetable stand.

One of the things I most love about Córdoba, and my specific area in Córdoba, is I can walk to get almost anything I need, including vegetables. That means that almost every day I can go to a vegetable stand, pick out what I want for lunch and or dinner (or, knowing me and my lazy habit of cooking way too much so that I only have to re-heat, for lunch and dinner and lunch and dinner etc etc). This is highly preferible to my Vassar schedule of bumming a ride to the grocery store every two weeks, buying a bunch of produce and subsequently learning a lot of hard lessons in the form of very, very soft tomatoes, carrots and bananas.
Here I even have my neighborhood vegetable stand: less than one block a way, a wide variety, a vegetable guy with whom I have the chummy neighborhood rapport I always dreamed of, and it's even owned by my housemate Vicky´s aunt, so I´m practically part of the family. Perfect, right?

Wrong. The problems started with a few mushy apples, and then snowballed into not one, but TWO worm-in-miniature-squash incidents. As I sadly handled my white-on-the-inside carrots or green-on-the-inside tomatoes, I would hear Vicky´s siren song in my ear. "There's another way.... look at my tomatoes, so red and perfect.... I've had these bananas in my basket for two weeks and they're fresher than the prince of Belair....come on, you deserve better..."
Finally, I gave in and asked her where she was buying. Hey, I thought, if Vicky could abandon her family vegetable stand (discount and all) for better quality, why couldn't I do the same?
I walked the couple of blocks to her place: Onda Verde, a chain (gasp!) of self-service (double gasp!), expensive (triple gasp!) veggies. I bought a few samplers and took them home.

Delicious. My 5 dishes I always make took on new life, and I discovered a new world where opening the produce bag wasn't a game of Russian roulette. Everything was fine, until I walked by the old stand. "Hey, why haven't you come by lately?" my vegetable man friend called as I scurried past.
What could I say? I don't eat vegetables anymore? I´m on a bread and meat diet? I forgot?
No. I couldn't lie. But I'm also a conflict-averse coward. So what do I do?
That's right folks, I am now going to two vegetable stands, often two visits in the same day. Onda Verde for the important stuff, and my first place for whatever´s safe: potatoes, a beet, a packet of juice. It is truly pathetic... but I just can't make the break!