But hey, for the sake of this post, let's just pretend that there are persons who have trouble distinguishing between the two. The two main characters could be a farmer's daughter and a businessman's daughter. The farmer's daughter has been raised around cows and enjoyed the benefits incumbent to dairy production's fruitful results of milk, cream, butter and cheese. She's also made the mistake of having walked through a cow pasture seeking to enjoy the cows but not discerning where she stepped and therefore come into first contact with their waste products.
The businessman's daughter is well educated in the ways of the world, being well read and much experienced in navigating wide city streets. She also enjoys the benefits of dairy, thinks the country pastoral and so jumps at the opportunity to visit a farmer's daughter.
As the two set out for a walk across the farm and pastures, the farmer's daughter tells the businessman's daughter to be prepared for CowPies. The businessman's daughter hears this admonition as anticipation. Feeling herself quite self assured and ready for anything encountered, the businessman's daughter begins to meditate on what a CowPie could possibly be. Being a bit hungry, because walking across the farm raises an appetite, and having quite an insatiable appetite for new and appealing dishes, her thoughts go immediately to food. Moreover, accounting herself a good cook, knowing her way around both kitchens, restaurants and believing herself to have an above average knowledge of the cookBook, she begins to muse as to what type of thing is this CowPie.
Hmmm, cowpie? I don't know that I've ever had one of those. Perhaps it's a local colloquial term for shepherd's pie, but having more of a beef base rather than lamb. I wonder if it has vegetables in it like a shepherd's pie or it could just even be a cream based beef pie and crust. Speaking of cream, it could very likely be the name of a local type of dessert, because cream comes from cows. In either regard, cows are good and pies are good, so CowPies must be good. I can't wait to have one.
Unbeknownst to the farmer's daughter, all of this contemplation regarding the possible delights of eating a CowPie has been occurring in the head of the businessman's daughter. So when the businessman's daughter takes a step towards the inevitable CowPie that litters the cow pasture, landing her foot squarely in the middle of its warm, brown and gushy piles, the farmer's daughter gasps,
Oh my goodness, look what you've done! You've stepped right into the middle of a CowPie! What a horrible mess! I told you to be prepared for those.
To wit the businessman's daughter gradually recovering from her shock of putrid gush around her foot and desperately trying to extricate herself from both its stench and clinging quality, replies,
"A CowPie? That's a CowPie? I thought it was some new and quaint description of a type of shepherd's pie. I thought it might even be something sweet, like a dessert. I was so hoping that it was something good to eat!"
Sadly, the farmer's daughter knowing the faithful work it will take to cleanse and wash off the CowPie dregs says,
"Did you ever read a recipe for a CowPie in the cookBook?"