So, it's lunchtime here and I just ate my Meatza (pronounced "Meat-Za," for those of you who can't believe what you are reading) leftovers from last night. I had to force myself to leave leftovers. Meatza is damn delish. Don't judge. Try it, then judge. I didn't create the Meatza; I didn't perfect it. I just made it, ate it, and loved it.
In fact, the first time I tried it, I was with Sam. It was a "guys' night" that was masterfully dulled to a perfect firepit, NorCal margaritas (more on those later), cigars from Easton, and Meatza.
Sam and I do this whole Paleo thing because about the only other thing we do is CrossFit. And, CrossFit makes you hungry because your body starts eating itself. That, and the Paleo diet really does help you use your body's energy more efficiently (i.e. less tired all the time, whiter eyes, better looking...you know).
There are no gender barriers for a meatza. It is meant for both man and woman...and anyone who might identify as either or both.
What is the Meatza? Well, I'll tell you. But first, let me dismantle your head a bit because I already know you're a judger. You judge most everything. For example, the word "crust" when used with the association of bread = good, yummy, and something you'll sell a bit of your soul for. However, when used by itself or in most any other combination, it somehow becomes associated with underwear. Humor me and don't think about my underwear. And, don't judge my crust.
A Meatza (n.) is a pizza with a meat crust (you figured by now...I hope). That's right, folks. A MEAT CRUST. Don't turn your nose. Don't gafaw. I've seen it all before. It's thin. It's not greasy; and, after you try it, you wonder "where in the hell has this been my whole life?" If Papa Johns really wanted to finally put the nail in Domino's coffin, they outta introduce the Papa Meatza. It's just a matter of time.
Behold! My Meatza.
And this, my friends, is what makes the Paleo diet so supremely amazing. For the few things one sacrifices, he or she gets a whole new world of tremendous in return.
It's a pretty simple make. And don't take this recipe as the end-all-be-all. Be creative and substitue whatever you want. In fact, for God's sake, pretend you have an imagination. For this one I used:
Crust (not underwear)
1 lb locally raised grass-fed beef
1 lb locally raised pork sausage
1 locally raised egg
2 cloves minced garlic (yep, got at farmer's market)
Italian seasoning
tblsp yellow mustard
Toppings (still not underwear):
1 small can of tomato sauce I mixed with fresh garlic, pepper, italian seasoning
1 portabello 'shroom cap
1/2 red pepper (farmer's market)
1 handful fresh spinach
1 tomatillo
How To:
Pre-heat oven to 350. Mix crust ingredients and place in oiled glass baking dish. I don't know sizes, just use one that looks like the size and thickness crust you'd want. Bake crust in oven for 15 minutes. Drain fat. Wipe off excess (fatty fat fat) using paper towel. Add toppings. Place back in oven for 8-10 minutes. Then finish under broiler.
Wipe your chin off and go make one.
In fact, the first time I tried it, I was with Sam. It was a "guys' night" that was masterfully dulled to a perfect firepit, NorCal margaritas (more on those later), cigars from Easton, and Meatza.
Sam and I do this whole Paleo thing because about the only other thing we do is CrossFit. And, CrossFit makes you hungry because your body starts eating itself. That, and the Paleo diet really does help you use your body's energy more efficiently (i.e. less tired all the time, whiter eyes, better looking...you know).
There are no gender barriers for a meatza. It is meant for both man and woman...and anyone who might identify as either or both.
What is the Meatza? Well, I'll tell you. But first, let me dismantle your head a bit because I already know you're a judger. You judge most everything. For example, the word "crust" when used with the association of bread = good, yummy, and something you'll sell a bit of your soul for. However, when used by itself or in most any other combination, it somehow becomes associated with underwear. Humor me and don't think about my underwear. And, don't judge my crust.
A Meatza (n.) is a pizza with a meat crust (you figured by now...I hope). That's right, folks. A MEAT CRUST. Don't turn your nose. Don't gafaw. I've seen it all before. It's thin. It's not greasy; and, after you try it, you wonder "where in the hell has this been my whole life?" If Papa Johns really wanted to finally put the nail in Domino's coffin, they outta introduce the Papa Meatza. It's just a matter of time.
Behold! My Meatza.
And this, my friends, is what makes the Paleo diet so supremely amazing. For the few things one sacrifices, he or she gets a whole new world of tremendous in return.
It's a pretty simple make. And don't take this recipe as the end-all-be-all. Be creative and substitue whatever you want. In fact, for God's sake, pretend you have an imagination. For this one I used:
Crust (not underwear)
1 lb locally raised grass-fed beef
1 lb locally raised pork sausage
1 locally raised egg
2 cloves minced garlic (yep, got at farmer's market)
Italian seasoning
tblsp yellow mustard
Toppings (still not underwear):
1 small can of tomato sauce I mixed with fresh garlic, pepper, italian seasoning
1 portabello 'shroom cap
1/2 red pepper (farmer's market)
1 handful fresh spinach
1 tomatillo
How To:
Pre-heat oven to 350. Mix crust ingredients and place in oiled glass baking dish. I don't know sizes, just use one that looks like the size and thickness crust you'd want. Bake crust in oven for 15 minutes. Drain fat. Wipe off excess (fatty fat fat) using paper towel. Add toppings. Place back in oven for 8-10 minutes. Then finish under broiler.
Wipe your chin off and go make one.


