Upon returning from a trip, Jackie and I generally have pasta as our first home-cooked meal. It isn't a question of deprivation (it happens even after we've been to Italy) but of a wish to return to cooking at its most domestic.
Even mediocre tomatoes start to taste good when slow-roasted as these are, so imagine how good already-delicious ripe summer tomatoes will be, especially when bolstered by all those other Mediterranean flavors.
I remembered that Café Murano risotto and saw the basket of ripe farmers' market tomatoes on the counter. I used to not cook Swiss chard (or other greens) with tomato. Ever. It was a little idée fixe of mine that they were natural-born enemies.