A middle class, whole-foods shopping, white mother. Their spice drawers are fully-kitted and their bungalows are usually decorated with Indian ornaments collected from their travelling youths. One typically encounters these women through being friends with their son.
Man 1: "Christ! This farmer's market is plagued with CardaMoms"
Man 2: "I want one of them to hug me and tell me that everything's gonna be ok"