The past few weeks all my Iowa friends have been killing me with their State Fair talk on facebook. I went last year for just a few hours, but it stands out as one of the highlights of my summer. I was in Iowa for my friend Mindy's baby shower and we drove to Des Moines to find a place to eat dinner. After a quick discussion it was pretty clear that, for us, fair food was a better option than any restaurant.
It was fantastic. I love Iowa so much. To an extent, I've made my peace with the idea of living in Illinois for the majority of the rest of my life. . . but that doesn't mean it's ever going to take over the place in my heart that Iowa holds.
If you had a chance this year to see the butter cow or the giant bull, to eat cheese curds or fried butter on a stick (I heard it was the talk of the fair this year!), and to people-watch the fascinating Iowa crowds, consider yourself lucky. I wish I could have been there too.