This is what we call birdseed:
My mom used to make it for every road trip, every camping trip, every going-away-from-home experience. She had the big golden harvest tupperware canister that housed the taste treat. I always tried to just eat the M&M's and discard the rest, but she was on to me. You had to eat the entirity of your birdseed before you could grab another cup full. Yeah, living was hard then. I had to eat raisins.
Naturally, when we plan trips now, birdseed automatically (sometimes without conscious thought) gets added to the list (raisins included). I even made a g-free version for myself. After all, it is a tradition. And what family trip is complete without a little birdseed?