My daughter and I stopped at the Berkeley Farmer's Market Saturday, something I rarely do because of parking. She was on a quest for Blue Bottle Coffee and right next to that stand was the Frog Hollow stand. She wanted a Meyer lemon tart and I tried the risotto tart. It tasted like my favorite ever, my long-lamented-and-sought-after childhood Papa Litto treat from South Philly: a sfogliatelle. Of course, the pastry enclosure was different, more tender flaky tart crust than chewy ribbon (that's so much fun to unwrap) but the innards tasted super similar. I was, briefly, in heaven.