During the summer there was an interesting conversation on the knitty coffeeshop board regarding the integration of Hmong refugees into midwest communities.
At the time I mentioned that I had long ago purchased a piece of pandau. Pardon me for using the anglicized spelling, but it's the one I remember right now. The woman who was selling her handiwork was a resident of the uptown area of Chicago. I remember that the church held an artist's reception for her, which I thought was appropriate. I was a college student and counted this my first purchase of art.