Speaking of eating the meat found in the Peach pit, I can remember when, as a youngster, we used to can peaches. On those days, Dad and all the youngsters (5) would gather the peaches on one day and start peeling and slicing on the next. Mom was in charge of canning. It was an all day affair.... aka from early morning until right at dark.
Obviously, with all those peaches to peel and process, there were lots of pits. I can't remember why in the world we did it but we sometimes cracked the pits and ate the meat inside. (We thought it tasted like almonds). I haven't suffered any ill effects from it yet but who knows.. mabey that helps to explain why I am the way I am now.... not sure what that means. Anyway, thanks for the posts.
Bill