I am confident that plenty of people got on ships to cross the "Pond" while fearing for their lives. If they managed to reach North America, even if they didn't know just where they were, it was natural to be grateful for land and food and survival.
The old practice of counting one's blessings has been showing up in current research as a valuable aspect of mental health.
So, I hope your pie and turkey and mashed potatoes and relishes and olives are accompanied by gratitude and appreciation for those and other good things that visit you
