So that second thought is a little more obscure. My dad loved the music of "the French Frank Sinatra" Charles Aznavour, and when I was small, records that looked like this were always spinning on the turntable in my house. And, as a little kid, I always thought that the reddish-orangish-yellowish swirls on the record looked like... lasagna.
Which is how I've ended up with a lifelong association that I'd never have bothered to mention to anyone, if not for the fact that, just a couple of hours after my lasagna conversation recalled Aznavour to my mind today, I heard from a friend that Charles Aznavour had died, at the age of 94.
Right now I'm laughing because I can't be quite sure, at this distance, who the relationship was with! I guess the boyfriend didn't make that much of a lasting impression. But the song, of course, has stayed. I hope Aznavour's music will be with us to stay, for a very long time!