This was so good, I had to visit my middle school self for an adequate definition. THIS WAS THE BOMB. Instead of six 1/2-inch thick chops, I spent my hard-earned dollars on a three pack of 1.5-inch thick chops. The same cooking time worked-- they were a hair underdone, which is perfect in my opinion. They were so moist, so tender, I ended up using a butter knife. I chopped the peach slices up into managable chunks for the sheer purpose of not looking like a glutton. In case you are wondering, the peach-mustard duo is indeed one of the holiest I've experienced. And I used the alternative Chicken Stove Top, which turned out to be great with everything.
Just make it.