15 minutes later, I came downstairs and excitedly approached the pie. Only to find this:
Because we have been married for a long time, I immediately knew Jeff was fucking with me. I looked through the pass-thru in the kitchen to see Jeff snickering in the living room. After a good laugh I demanded to know where the pie really was. Super sincerely, he replied, "There's a slice in the microwave for you."
This is what I found in the microwave:
Which is actually, just about right.
Later, while eating my pie I pictured Jeff carefully extracting half a pie from the pan and hiding it just to mess with me and laughed. He saw me laughing to myself and apparently, knowing what I was laughing about, said, "It would have been better if I was quietly eating a slice of pie in the living room when you found the pie missing…. but I wasn't hungry."