As a patriotic Israeli expatriate of noble proportions, I have reacted to reports of my native cuisine's moment as the darling of New York's sanguinolent restaurant scene with pangs of pride and hunger.

A 56-year-old male presented to his physician in the highlands of Cusco, Peru, complaining of two months of nasal pruritus and sensation of congestion, associated with sanguinolent discharge from his left nostril after waking up in the morning.