My husband has lost his mind, and it's just fine by me

A few months ago, I wrote that I had won my husband a new bread book from the lovely folks over at A Year In Bread. We had to wait for my parents to come over to get it, and then for them to leave again for him to really start using it in earnest, but use it he has. My entire kitchen - cabinets, fridge, the works - has been completely taken over by various sponges, boules, batards, levains both liquid and stiff, couches, and various assorted vats of foul-smelling toxic waste (or so it seems) which all need to be fed at different times on different days. (Can you tell that I don't have the faintest idea what most of this stuff is? I'm sure enjoying the end results though.)

He's gone utterly and completely mad. As an example, just today he's got a sourdough baguette, two different strains of sourdough pizza dough (one aged for a week, one aged overnight, both loosely based on the techniques from the book) and a pain de campagne. Oh, and since the oven was already hot he also made a banana chocolate chip cake to serve when we have friends over this evening (after the afore-mentioned pizza) and a batch of roasted red peppers "just to make his sandwiches fun". I haven't even told you about the loaves that went to the neighbor, the cleaner and my son's afternoon program (two of them, for their "healthy food" day) yesterday. You simply can't imagine the level of mania that has taken over the kitchen lately. I'm barely managing to shove him out of the way occasionally to make actual food (i.e. not bread). Not that I'm complaining, it's all delicious albeit more than a little bit fattening. (I've prevailed on him to at least slow down a bit so that my diet has half a chance. How can I succeed with him saying "no, don't eat cottage cheese, we have all this bread and cold cuts that need to be used up"...) Right after I took that picture of him he said "Damn, I'm missing a dough!". Turns out it was in the plastic container that the cookbook was sitting on... He's mad I tell you, mad as a (very cute and very talented) hatter.

Now don't you wish he'd come visit your house (along with a cleaning crew to deal with the resulting kitchen carnage)? (In the interests of blogging accuracy (and a happy marriage), I have to admit that he did in fact clean the entire kitchen just a few minutes later and it is now sparkling and bright.)

Edited to add: Jay reminded me that in the midst of all this chaos he also made butternut squash-bulgarian cheese-sunflower seed ravioli with homemade pasta. Those went straight into the freezer though.