>> Hannah Beech, The New York Times Published: 03 Jan 2021 06:41 PM BdST Updated: 03 Jan 2021 06:41 PM BdST Variety of pickles are displayed at a shop in Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, January 30, 2006. Reuters Burmese children help their parents peel crabs at their home in Ranong, Thailand on September 10, 2020. Reuters A Rohingya refugee woman interacts with a girl while cooking her meal in a newly built makeshift camp, in Cox's Bazar, Bangladesh September 15, 2017. Reuters My grandmother in Tokyo kept a pail under her sink. It was filled with what resembled wet sand. But from its pungent depths came what I considered to be the most miraculous of treats: a pickled carrot or daikon or, one of my favourites, a bud of a gingerlike plant called myoga.