I am married to man who was raised in Enosburg Falls, Vermont. This means I hear a constant flow of awesome childhood and high school stories. Some of my favorite stories come from a very special, festive weekend in a town that lives for milk. June Dairy Day Festival is the perfect combination of hometown parade, Arts and Crafts tents, Carnival food, and backyard fair rides. Even though I have heard so many stories about the day and the festiva, I was completely unprepared for the sensory overload that was to come. We stood at the street and watched the parade of local school bands, tractors, cattle, politicians, and more tractors. Hoping to save our wallets, and stay away from the rides as long as possible, we opted for binge eating of fair food after the parade. My body was immediately thrown into a sugar and grease coma. We ate Fried Dough, covered in butter, local maple syrup, and confectionary sugar, Italian Sausage, the famous Chicken Dinner, and my favorite the Maple Milkshake. We grabbed some free milk and Lyla got her face painted. Our 5 year old, Lyla, impatiently waiting for the rides. In fact, that’s all she talked about. “When are the rides? How many minutes til I can ride a ride? Enough of the parade, let’s go to the rides!”
