The Best Meatball Pizza Recipe (2024)

Growing up in New York, I never ate a meatball pizza. Strike that: Until I was an adult, I'd never evenheardof a meatball pizza. Actually, let's go one step further: It had never once entered my mind that a meatball pizza was even within the realm of possibility. To me, pizza was the thing you got by the slice after school, and meatballs were what you'd eat at home on a weekend night if you were really lucky. Pizza was for eating out; meatballs were home cooking.

It wasn't until I tasted the meatball pizza atMotorino, and then atBest Pizzain Williamsburg, that I discovered how great the idea is. It's two Italian-American favorites, all rolled into one spectacularly comforting dish. But, as with all mashups, there's a bit of finesse to getting it right. Here's how I make mine.

Getting Sauced: Making a Meaty Sauce

The best part of meatball pizza is the meatballs themselves, and luckilyDanielhasalready put in the legwork for the juiciest, most tender meatballs you'll ever taste. But the sauce comes in a close second.

As much as I love myall-day Italian-American red sauce, it's a sauce that tastes predominantly of tomatoes. The sauce you get with meatballs, on the other hand, should taste likemeat.

One way to do it is to simmer the meatballs in the sauce all day. This works—if you're okay with eating tough meatballs, really late in the day.

My quick-and-dirty trick? I save some of the meatball mixture, and instead of forming it into a ball, I brown it in a bit of olive oil. From there, I add my basic sauce ingredients: minced garlic, oregano, a pinch of pepper flakes, and some whole San Marzano tomatoes that I crush by hand.

With a sprig of basil thrown in, the sauce cooks down at a simmer in just about half an hour. Does it taste like it was cooked all day? No, because it wasn't. But it sure does taste meaty and comforting, and that's all I ask of my sauce at this stage.

It's especially nice for pizza, as it adds bits of meat that can be spread over the entire surface of the dough, making every bite taste hearty, instead of only the bites where you happen to get a meatball.

Speaking of which, it's time to address another question: When it comes to balls, is bigger always better?

Size Matters

As Adam Kuban so eloquently pointed out in his article "Hey, Pizza Joints, Why You Gotta Bust My Meatballs?", a meatball that's been sliced or quartered or otherwise adulterated is no longer a meatball—it's a sliced-meat topping.

Still, I figured it was worth trying out a few different sizes and methods of ball application to see which tasted best. I made up a batch of meatballs in two different sizes: two inches (a little bigger than a golf ball) and three-quarters of an inch. I cooked both batches of meatballs by simmering them in a pot of my sauce on the stovetop. Even though I typically like to brown my meatballs in oil before simmering them in sauce, with the pizza it made less of a difference—there are plenty of browned flavors going on in a cooked pizza even without the extra step of browning the balls.

I tried applying the large meatballs in two ways: quartered and scattered, and sliced into quarter-inch-thick slices after simmering. Of those two methods, people liked the quarters more. But folks overwhelmingly preferred whole, small balls in place of large, split balls.

I was afraid that small balls might end up drying out, or taste too much like sausage chunks. While it's true that the large balls did offer more of the traditional tender interior that you get with a plain meatball, the little balls were still surprisingly moist and tender, even after simmering in sauce and baking on pizza.

Constructing a Meatball Pizza

There's really not much more to say. Once you've made your sauce and simmered your balls, stretch out a ball of dough—I used myNew York–style pizza dough, though even store-bought will work fine—and top it with a layer of sauce.

I like to go a little heavier on the sauce than with a typical pizza, because to me those Sunday meatballs are nothing without their sauce. A layer of shredded mozzarella goes on top of the sauce, then on go the little meatballs, scattered evenly around.

Then it gets a drizzle of olive oil, a sprinkle of salt, and a few torn basil leaves before getting parked on top of a preheated Baking Steel (theonlysurface you should be baking your pizzas on!) underneath a high broiler.

The pizza cooks in a matter of minutes, the balls sinking slightly into the layer of sauce and cheese as the edges puff and the underbelly gets charred.

As with plain meatballs, I like to give the whole pie a sprinkle of cheese as it comes out of the oven. Either a sharp Pecorino Romano (which is what I used) or a good aged Parmesan will work.

And there you go—pizza that eats by the slice, but tastes like it came out of your grandma's kitchen. If your grandma happens to be an Italian-American immigrant from Jersey. Mine isn't, but a boy can dream.

January 2015