My husband ate my pasta.

You guys. Yesterday I made some bomb pasta. We both had some with dinner last night, and I was looking forward to having some more for lunch today. So, tell me why today, when I go into the kitchen I see the empty container with the fork still in it?! Son of a b. He was taking a shower, so I flew open the door and asked if he ate MY pasta. He said he ate THE pasta. I said it was MINE. He looked extra scared and vulnerable since he was in the shower. I was furious, and he just didn't get it. I slammed the door and went back to the kitchen. I stood in front of the opened fridge to see what else I could eat. Nothing. Nothing came close to the pasta. My pasta. Damn these cravings.