5. Pour the mixture into a greased 9 x 13-inch pan. Bake for 30 minutes. Remove from oven and ice while hot.
Icing:
6. Melt the butter. Stir in the cocoa and Coca-Cola. Remove from heat.
7. Add the confectioners’ sugar, vanilla, and pecans. Stir well.
8. Pour icing over hot cake.
KAMI GARCIA and MARGARET STOHL came up with the concept for the world of Beautiful Creatures over lunch. Margaret had always been captivated by fantasies and wanted to write a supernatural novel, while Kami loved stories set in the South and wanted to write a book that drew upon her deep Southern roots. With nothing to write on, they scribbled their ideas for a story that combined their shared passions on a paper napkin. By the time they left, the world of Beautiful Creatures had been born. Both Kami and Margaret live in Los Angeles, California, with their families. They now write on computers instead of napkins and are excited that Beautiful Creatures is now a major motion picture. They invite you to visit them online at www.beautifulcreaturesauthors.com.
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BEFORE
Sugar and Salt
In Gatlin, it’s funny how the good things are all tied up with the bad. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which. But either way, you end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses, as Amma would say.
I don’t know if it’s like that everywhere. I only know Gatlin, and this is what I know: By the time I got back to my usual seat at church with the Sisters, the only news being passed along with the collection plate was that the Bluebird Café had stopped serving up hamburger soup, peach pie season was winding down, and some hooligans had stolen the tire swing from the old oak near the General’s Green. Half the congregation was still shuffling down the carpeted aisles in what my mom used to call Red Cross shoes. With all the purple knees puffing up where the knee-highs ended, it felt like a whole sea of legs was holding its breath. At least I was.