May I concoct a yummy column idea: Food.

This is a topic I haven’t tackled recently … not that anyone my age attempts to tackle much of anything. I just let a column subject ease gently into my head.

Or, in this case, into my stomach. And into nostalgia.

Simply put, I don’t eat like I used to.

When my divorce happened and, subsequently, when my daughter moved out on her own, food was the challenge for a septuagenarian living alone. And it wasn’t easy.