we're adults now

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It's the Album Cover Meme, courtesy of ubiquity75:

1) Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speci…
The article title is the name of your band

2) Go to http://www.quotationspage.com/rand…
The final words of the last quote on your page are the title of your album.

3) Go to: ://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The FOURTH image on the page is your album cover. You can choose to go to http://www.flickr.com/groups/flick… if you prefer a more dynamic, less philosophical cover.

4) Design your cover. Layout and presentation are up to you.

5) Post your cover, along with these instructions. In the comments your friends will tell you what kind of music you play and the name of the album's single.

we're adults now

recipe i made.

Filling
about 4 lbs of whatever fruitses you want--i used 3 kinds of berries, probably not quite 4 lbs, though.
1 cup sugar
3 tablespoons cornstarch
1 teaspoon lemon juice

topping
2 cups all purpose flour
1/2 c cornmeal
1/2 cup plus 1 tablespoon sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (1 stick) chilled unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
3/4 cup chilled buttermilk
3/4 cup chilled whipping cream

Whipped cream or vanilla ice cream
preparation
For filling: Preheat oven to 400°F. Toss all ingredients in large bowl to blend. Transfer to 8x8x2-inch glass baking dish. Bake until filling is hot and begins to bubble at edges, about 35 minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 375°F.

Meanwhile, prepare topping: Whisk flour, 1/2 cup sugar and next 3 ingredients in another large bowl to blend. Add butter; rub in with fingertips until mixture resembles coarse meal. Slowly add buttermilk and cream, tossing with fork until dough comes together.

Drop dough by rounded tablespoonfuls over hot filling to cover. Sprinkle with remaining 1 tablespoon sugar. Continue to bake cobbler until topping is golden and tester inserted into center of topping comes out clean, about 40 minutes. Cool 15 minutes. Serve cobbler warm with whipped cream or ice cream.

Makes 12 servings.
we're adults now

rebus, jane hirshfield

You work with what you are given,
the red clay of grief,
the black clay of stubbornness going on after.
Clay that tastes of care or carelessness,
clay that smells of the bottoms of rivers or dust.

Each thought is a life you have lived or failed to live,
each word is a dish you have eaten or left on the table.
There are honeys so bitter
no one would willingly choose to take them.
The clay takes them: honey of weariness, honey of vanity,
honey of cruelty, fear.

This rebus—slip and stubbornness,
bottom of river, my own consumed life—
when will I learn to read it
plainly, slowly, uncolored by hope or desire?
Not to understand it, only to see.

As water given sugar sweetens, given salt grows salty,
we become our choices.
Each yes, each no continues,
this one a ladder, that one an anvil or cup.

The ladder leans into its darkness.
The anvil leans into its silence.
The cup sits empty.

How can I enter this question the clay has asked?