My best friend Linda can't cook -- and doesn't cook. If she tried to boil water, she'd probably call me to help her out.
I don't go to her house very often as she lives on the northshore of Lake Pontchartrain, about 40 miles away. After Hurricane Isaac in September 2012, lots of us didn't have power for over a week (and it was hot as HELL). Linda got power first so we went over there as we were truly miserable.
She's got a pretty big home and there were boxes and boxes of things all over the place (literally) that she'd ordered from the shopping channel, something I don't watch. Most of the items were either for cooking or serving, too. She said when she's nervous or stressed, she orders things, sometimes two or three of the same thing. She was laughing as I looked around (most were still in the shipping boxes, with perhaps one of each opened), as I kept telling her "you could give me this for a Christmas present so it doesn't go to waste."
When I went into Linda's kitchen, I was stunned as there sat a Vitamix on her island. My eyes bugged out of my head, and I asked, "Did you pay $600 for this?" to which she admitted. She said a couple of pieces were misplaced after the cleaning lady came so she planned to move it to her pantry. When I opened her pantry, she had about 5 other expensive blenders in there on shelves.
Finally, I had to ask. "Why in God's name do you buy so much cooking equipment when you don't cook?" Her response? "Well, I always thought if I did cook, I'd be really good at it." I laughed so hard I had to bend over as did she. Go figure.
She often has yard sales to get rid of "stuff" (she has a store in the French Quarter and often sells brand new tagged clothing as well as stuff she's accumulsted) so I told her plainly not to dare think of selling any of that cooking stuff until she let me come over first and buy what I wanted before she sold it for pennies on the dollar.
So I'll bet Linda would buy something like that!