Third Coast Cuisine

The BP/Obama Oil Spill continues to ravage the Gulf Coast with little help from BP and absolutely no help from the government.  P&J Oyster Co. in New Orleans is the oldest continuously operating oyster processor in America.  Correction - was the oldest continuously operating oyster processor in America.  No oysters mean no business and now the century-old family owned business is in jeopardy of closing its doors forever.  Just so people know how this is supposed to work BP is responsible for capping the leak and the federal government is responsible for making sure no oil touches our shores.

However, BP is the only one attempting either.  President Obama, either through incompetence or malevolence, has refused to do his job.  I saw this weekend where one news show had added up the hours the President has spent on the Gulf Coast and compared them to how much time he's spent playing golf.  Golf hours were 3:1 over the Gulf.  I certainly hope that the attorney generals of Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Florida have their warrants for arrest ready for the day Mr. Obama leaves office in January 2013.  His actions (or in-actions)  have surely earned him a little jail time.  Check out a snipit of this story from NPR Tamera Keith on P&J:

The fallout from the BP oil spill continues to ripple through the Gulf economy. This week, it caught up to P&J Oyster Co. in New Orleans.

The owners say it's the oldest continuously operating oyster processor in America. But thanks to the oil, they now have no oysters to process.

An Emotional Moment
Oysterman Mitch Jurisich first spotted oil floating on the water above his beds at 7:30 in the morning. It was just yards away from where his grandparents first settled after emigrating from Croatia almost a century ago.
"This is the last of our areas that we had open from our family to harvest oysters," Jurisich says. "We were fortunate enough to have one little slice of pie left that we were still farming from, and that slice of pie now is gone."

Jurisich had hoped somehow the oyster beds his family has leased and farmed for so many years would be spared. Maybe his grandmother was watching over them.