I have a flanken story now that I know the true Yiddish expression for the delicious treat I previously only knew as beef short ribs.
One time my mother left this completed dish on the stove top to cool after roasting, and we left the house to do some errands.

When we returned about two hours later, we were stunned to walk into a smoke-filled house. Sunny, our 105 lb- aka "huge" German Shepherd had stood on her hind legs, taken some of the ribs, and knocked on one stove top burner by accident.

While she was enjoying her snack, the red-hot burner was heating the aluminum roast pan, boiled off the water and was smoking the grease.
We found Sunny hiding in the smoke filled living room.

The house was probably a few minutes away from flashover.

I guess had it not been for the water in the pan, the grease would have ignited much sooner, thus the Jewish style cooking (boil the hell out of it, and then boil it some more) probably saved Sunny's life and kept the house from burning down.

Since we didn't know which part of the remaining ribs on the stove had not been "enjoyed" by the dog, we ended up giving her the rest as a treat for the next several days.

I think we ate Banquet frozen TV dinners that night and never again left food on the stove top to cool!