Other Names
In New Zealand, trail mix is known as scroggin or "schmogle". The term is also used in some places in Australia but usage has only been traced back to the 1980s. Some claim that the name stands for Sultanas, Carob, Raisins, Orange peel, Grains, Glucose, Imagination, Nuts or Sultanas, Chocolate, Raisins and Other Goody-Goodies Including Nuts; but this may be a false etymology.
The word gorp, a term for trail mix often used by hikers and Girl Scouts, may stand for "good old raisins and peanuts", "granola, oats, raisins, and peanuts", or "gobs of raw protein". These are all probably backronyms or false etymology. The Oxford English Dictionary cites a 1913 reference to the verb gorp, meaning "to eat greedily". A gorp picker can be a term used for a person who will only eat certain things out of any mixed food.
Trail mix, apart from being a food for hikers, is served as a cheap snack to accompany drinks. It bears sometimes humorous names in certain countries, however, e.g., in The Netherlands, Poland and Germany it can actually be purchased under these names:
- Studentenfutter ("student feed") in Germany
- Studenterhavre ("student oats", in analogy of horse oats) in Denmark
- Studentenhaver (id.) in the Netherlands and Flanders
- Mieszanka studencka ("students' mix") in Poland
- Studentų maistas ("students' food") in Lithuania
- Diákcsemege ("students' delicacy") in Hungary
- Študentska hrana ("students' food") in Slovenia
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