Where to Stash Your Fragile Crembo: A Crembox (Barur...)

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Oh, Crembo (or Krembo), you Israeli treat with a chocolate exterior and creamy interior. This is how you got the magical Hebrew combonym or portmanteau of a name, Crembo; you are the dessert treat with cream ("creme") in it ("bo"). You are so delicious, but you are so fragile. (Ah, like zee life.)

But now thanks to the magical Crembox, Israeli children everywhere can take their Crembo to-go, without fearing for its safety, whichever flavor they choose - blue (vanilla) or brown (chocolate). (Eef only zere vas a Crembox for zee heart...)

It even comes with slightly unnecessary instructional photos, showing you how to lovingly place your Crembo into the Crembox and fasten the bottom, to protect your Crembo from the trials and traumas of its undoubtedly very short life.

True, I think of "boxes" as square, but maybe that's me thinking inside the box.

So why it's not called a CremboBo, I'll never know(know), except that it kind of sounds like an African river in a Rudyard Kipling story. (I know, that's "Limpopo," but still, that river was all set about with fever trees, which sound like cedar trees, which grow in the Lebanon and in the north part of Israel, so that's a coincidence that cannot be ignored.)

Plus, it's not clear if this model is meant to accommodate other Crembo variants, like the Manbo, which instead of containing an impressive single gentleman, apparently has some sort of whipped cream in the middle and comes in flavors like mango and banana.

Want to see how a Manbo is made? Check out this video, which seems to have been filmed partly in the 40s and partly in the 70s, and features the secret of Crembo's delicious taste: it's handwrapped by children. Or if you prefer a more polished version from an Israeli news channel, check out this video.