A few months ago, I bought some cookie mix with full intention to let Xan try his hands on the process of making one of his favourite snacks. I would have made them from scratch but who am I kidding? I’m horrible at measuring ingredients even with a digital scale and an assortment of measuring tools in the kitchen drawers. Instant cookie mixes are my party lifesavers and during the 20 mins of  mixing and sweating, I felt almost marthastewarty. Note that I said “months” because as usual, I procrastinated until 1 day before the package was due to expire. When I told Xan I was going to make some cookies that…