My feijoa bushes have produced feijoas. And not just any feijoas, but the most delicious feijoas I have ever eaten. Truly they were as gods to normal feijoas, although they lacked the power to prevent me from eating them. I had thought that any feijoas I might be able to grow in the Christchurch climate would be mean, shriveled sour things, but how wrong I was, how wrong.