That place that you fly over on your way to somewhere else.
Iowa loves, loves, loves corn. She eats it for every meal, partly because it's her favourite food, and partly because of its incredible abundance. She also quite likes pork. Iowa a rather simple-minded farm girl who can grow crops (especially corn) like nobody else, but that is pretty much the only thing she can do well. She doesn't mind bugs, and has a special fondness for ladybugs- and she can hold her liquor with the best of the boys.
It should be noted that Iowa is extremely gay-tolerant (although she doesn't like people who are unusual in other regards). She doesn't care about your sexual orientation- in fact, she loves gay people. Really loves them. Think along the lines of a less extreme Hungary.
Rake, shovel, spade, and plow.
Some people came and grew corn. And then some more people came and grew more corn. Somewhere along the way they became a state and wrote up a new constitution. To celebrate their statehood, they grew corn. And then more people came and grew corn.
((No, seriously, that's all that happened. Take it from somebody who used to live there.))