I love the simplicity the ingredients the culture the history and the seasonality of Italian cuisine. In Italy people do not travel. They cook the way grandma did using fresh ingredients and what is available in season.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
I have nothing against turkey. We eat turkey for Thanksgiving in my house.