Blue can of cookies

It's a story: I've been insured for the second and fourth semester, I've been studying for a dog's life, and I've been willing to turn around like a pig, but... I didn't have a lot of free money, so I chose a popular job exchange. I went to Phoenix, in April, to serve and translate foreigners in an international youth hotel, because there were not many English speakers in the town, and that's how bad it was. The Phoenix was always dark in April, and it wasn't always raining. It was cold in the mountains, it was so cold, it was so cold that I held my 800-litre hot water bottle every day to warm myself. Then my classmate came to me for the holiday, brought me a box of blue-caned cookies, and said I'm afraid I'll take some energy-intensive food. And then it was so much better when it was cold, and then it was summer vacation in July, when a friend of mine put out the recipes for blue jars of cookies in his home, tried a dozen or so recipes, and finally came out of the closest one, taught me, and I did it with the real thing