The Draw of the Dairy...

It is that time of year, when decent, good-hearted natives of the great state of Ohio begin to hear the internal call of the ButterCow.

Moooah, moooahh!

She calls out to our internal butter-fat gauges, beckoning us to eat iced cream, and chase it down with a milk shake.
Ohh, ButterCow, how you tempt us...

You see, the ButterCow (like Santa) is only around during a very specific time of year - during the Ohio State Fair.

There is some debate about whose state fair is the largest/greatest, amongst the states that might debate that kind of thing - but I digress. I am sure that the great ButterCow would not be hanging around any but the best of state fairs. I mean, really, the frickin' ButterCow!


Anyway, the ButterCow graces the Ohio heartland with an appearence only during the Ohio State Fair. She is the golden glow of her own sunshine, bathing all in her presence with a rich, creamy goodness - in the hall of the Dairy Building at the fair. Loyal followers of the great ButterCow pay homage to her grace by partaking in various dairy based delicacies, and admiring the fittest specimens of her bovine relatives.

Mother, some day, we shall gaze upon the great ButterCow together, again. We shall eat the iced cream. It will be glorious.