For me, the answer is simple: a black

Yes, this is one of those sold in every grocery and big box store across the land. It is generic and nondescript. Mine is too small for a turkey or a large ham but great for a chicken, various cuts of beef, vegetables or what have you. Granite Wear has been making these black porcelain-on-steel roasters, specked with white flecks, since 1871.
What makes it special? It was a bridal shower gift from my mother. Not to Cindy, but to me. I'm not proud of it, but I remember feeling left out of the pre-wedding festivities and said something off-handedly to my mother about it. The next time I saw her she handed me a wrapped box and explained it was my bridal shower present. I opened the box and inside was the roaster. She had one in her kitchen, as did both my grandmothers and most of America. Now I had one, connecting me to my past and future.
Over time, many things have come and gone in our various kitchens. Twenty-five years later the roaster remains, housing my memories where they take up little or no space and speak to me in tastes and smells.
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