Given the opportunity, I will pick peaches over just about any other food. Well, almost any other thing.
(Thank you, Google, for the yummy pictures.)
I should explain that this tree is one that I "planted" by tossing a stone after eating a peach. It happens that said stone landed under the pine trees and azalea bushes in the back yard. That means the lawn mower never had an opportunity to eat it, so it grew and grew and grew.
Three years into adulthood, and it's still producing peaches.
Even better, the number of peaches increases with every branch I checked. Yay, maybe this year there will be enough to share.