The Importance of Being an Ernest B&B

For a long time my dream for later life has consisted of owning a bed and breakfast and having a big enough farm to be pretty self-sufficent.  I know, I know, it doesn't sound like something someone my age would dream of.... but what can I say, when I was six I wanted to be an IRS Agent!  This weekend I decided to do some research and go to a B&B in Amherst Mass.

Spring Hiking!

Side note: When I was younger I wanted nothing more than to be Anne Shirley, red hair and all.... hence why I go by Anne for this blog.  Today I'm introducing a new person..... My very own Gilbert.  I don't call him Gilbert because I love Anne, but rather because he has all the traits I love most about Gilbert Blythe.  He's funny, endearing, witty, light-hearted, caring, thoughtful and a little mischievous (sadly enough he does not say sorry like a Canadian).  

Anyhoo-- Gilbert and I have been dying to go to a B&B, so we decided to meet half way, Amherst. It's beautiful there, and we're lucky that it was half way and not someplace depressing like Lowell.  The B&B confirmed everything that I've heard about them, beautifully victorian, peaceful, kind hosts and fantastic breakfasts.  I tried to steal the hosts French Toast recipe to share with you, but she wouldn't give it up.  If you ever stay at the Amherst Inn try and steal it for me will you!  

We stayed in the Oscar Wilde room, where I read The Importance of Being Ernest, hilariously witty and entertaining.  It should be read by all!  Especially if you share my love of the British!