I know the concept of roasting a mostly-flightless, absurdly fat bird and eating it to celebrate the survival of a winter in a strange land, is a foreign concept to just about anyone who isn't from North America.
But that's how we roll. And man is it fun to do. Not only do you get to eat all sorts of food with abandon, the entire day is centered around that eating. Imagine, no guilt, no work to do, just food to cook and eat and eat and eat.
Oh, and there are things to talk about being grateful for. For me it's my family, my life and my job. What about you?