So, my brother-in-law, right? He remarried, and not to just anyone, but to a Jewish lady. Suddenly, the house is like a scene from 'The Great Egg-spectation' - eggs everywhere! Next thing you know, they've got a chicken house rivaling the poultry section of Costco. Now, here's where I'm confused: one day I read that if you eat too many eggs, you're basically signing up for a one-way ticket to Heart Attack City. Then the next, I'm told to eat three eggs to become the next Superman. So, what gives? Are eggs the kryptonite or the spinach we've been looking for? I guess in my brother-in-law's house, they've decided to hedge their bets - either way, they're prepared for a superhero or a heart attack.