Hello everyone, my names Masuga and I am 100 years old, I made my own birthday cake, I started decorating cakes from 5 years old, I love it

Hello everyone, my names Masuga and I am 100 years old, I made my own birthday cake, I started decorating cakes from 5 years old, I love it


Hello everyone! My name is Masuga, and I am turning 100 years old today. It’s a milestone that not many people reach, and I couldn’t be more excited to celebrate this special day. As I stand here in my cozy kitchen, adorned with memories of a lifetime, I can’t help but reflect on my lifelong passion for cake decorating.
It all began when I was just a wide-eyed five-year-old, eager to explore the world around me. One day, my mother brought home a small, plain cake for a family gathering. Intrigued by its simplicity, I asked if I could decorate it. With a sparkle in her eyes, she agreed, handing me a few tubes of colored icing.

From that moment on, I was hooked. I spent countless hours experimenting with different flavors, colors, and designs. While other children played outside, I preferred to be in the kitchen, surrounded by the sweet aroma of freshly baked cakes. It became my sanctuary, a place where my creativity knew no bounds.

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As the years went by, my skills grew, and so did my passion. I sought out new techniques and ideas, studying every book and tutorial I could find. I attended workshops, honing my craft under the guidance of experienced bakers. Each cake I created became a canvas on which I painted my dreams, bringing joy and delight to those who indulged in my creations.

With each passing birthday, I made it a tradition to bake my own cake. It was a way for me to pour my heart into a creation that represented not only another year of life but also my enduring love for the art of cake decorating. And today, on my 100th birthday, I find myself in my kitchen once again, ready to embark on a new masterpiece.

As I mix the batter and watch it transform into a velvety delight, I can’t help but smile. The kitchen walls seem to whisper stories of all the cakes that have graced this space. From elaborate wedding cakes to whimsical birthday creations, they have all been an extension of my soul, an expression of the joy I find in every moment of life.

Now, it’s time for the grand finale. I skillfully frost the cake, layering swirls of buttercream, and meticulously placing delicate sugar flowers. Each stroke of the spatula holds a lifetime of experience and love. And as I take a step back to admire my handiwork, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride.

The doorbell rings, and my family and friends flood into the room, their eyes widening at the sight of the cake. Their faces light up with awe and admiration, and my heart swells with happiness. As we gather around the table to sing “Happy Birthday,” I can’t help but reflect on the journey that has brought me to this moment.

Life has been a tapestry of experiences, and cake decorating has been the thread that has woven them all together. It has given me purpose, a way to spread joy and create lasting memories. Today, as I blow out the candles on my 100th birthday cake, I know that I have lived a life filled with love, laughter, and the sweetest of dreams.

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