Peachy

Ed Bernstein adds his favorite, the Siberian Peach Pie Joke:

[T]his guy ... for various reasons winds up starving and freezing in Siberia, and is saved by a farmwife, who feeds him, among other things, Siberian Peach Pie. This is the most amazing thing he's ever eaten, and he begs the farmwife for the recipe. She tells him the most important thing is that the pie be made with the particular strain of peaches, only available in Siberia. He takes a bushel of peach pits home and devotes his life to growing an orchard of Siberian Peach Trees, so that he can get his Siberian Peaches to make Siberian Peach Pie. Just as the Siberian Peach trees are maturing, however, and he is about to harvest his first crop of Siberian Peaches and have only the second Siberian Peach Pie he's ever tasted, it is discovered that the trees have been attacked by the Siberian Peach Fly, and they are all dead. The trees, that is. Not the flies. Well, the flies too, probably, but the point is that he has to go back to Siberia (extended travel sequence) and winds up freezing and starving and rescued by the same farmwoman. At the end of the sumptuous meal she feeds him (in detail the same as before, but told at greater length if possible), she asks him what he wants for dessert. "Siberian Peach Pie" he replies. Embarrassed, she tells him that she has no Siberian Peach Pie, as the dreaded Siberian Peach Tree Fly has attacked all the Siberian Peach Trees and there are no more Siberian Peaches from which to make Siberian Peach Pie.

Devastated, our hero looks back on a life spent in search of the Siberian Peach Pie, and he knows that now he will never find it, and the years spent cultivating, the money spent on horticulturists and on land, the energy spent...his whole soul was poured into the search for the Siberian Peach Pie, and now . . . well, he covers his face with his hands and doesn't speak for some time. And then, tears streaming down his face, he croaks out the words, "OK, I'll have apple."

or..

The minister of a city church enjoyed a drink now and then, but his passion was for peach brandy. One of his congregants would make him a bottle each Christmas. One year, when the minister went to visit his friend, hoping for his usual Christmas present, he was not disappointed, but his friend told him that he had to thank him for the peach brandy from the pulpit the next Sunday.
In his haste to get the bottle, the minister hurriedly agreed and left. So the next Sunday the minister suddenly remembered that he had to make a public announcement that he was being supplied alcohol from a member of the church. That morning, his friend sat in the church with a grin on his face, waiting to see the minister's embarrassment.
The minister climbed into the pulpit and said, "Before we begin, I have an announcement. I would very much like to thank my friend, Joe, for his kind gift of peaches... and for the spirit in which they were given!"