The Crunch Bar made by Nestle isn’t exactly an Israeli innovation, but until local stores began importing Nestle’s Israel ice cream to the US, the only place to eat chalav Yisrael crunch bars was in Israel.
If you haven’t had an ice cream crunch bar, you haven’t eaten ice cream. Ok, I’m kidding. All ice cream is good, regardless if it’s Nestle’s or Klein’s. But it never fails, every time we land in Israel, one of the first requests my children have is to go out and buy the Crunch Bar. (Let’s not mention that today they sell it in my local grocery.)
So how do you please a pint-size child? You make a giant Crunch Bar. And while we ate this, we reminisced about the good old days, how we walked up and down those hills, with the sun beating down, to buy Crunch Bars. Ice cream and “Remember when” are what childhood memories are made of.