Texas Roadhouse Steak Seasoning

Ouadie Rhabbouron

Ingredients
2 tablespoons kosher salt
2 teaspoons brown sugar
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
½ teaspoon paprika
½ teaspoon chili powder
¼ teaspoon garlic powder
¼ teaspoon garlic salt
¼ teaspoon onion powder
¼ teaspoon turmeric
Step-by-Step Instructions

In a medium-sized bowl, combine 2 tablespoons of kosher salt and 2 teaspoons of brown sugar.
Add ¼ teaspoon each of garlic powder, garlic salt, onion powder, and turmeric to the bowl.
Add ½ teaspoon of paprika and chili powder.
Add 1 teaspoon of freshly ground black pepper.
Gently stir the mixture until all the ingredients are well incorporated.
Transfer the seasoning mix into a gallon-sized plastic bag and seal it.
Shake the bag until the seasonings are thoroughly blended.
Using scissors, cut a small diagonal edge from the bottom of the bag.
Pour the spices into an empty spice jar for easy storage and use.
Tips for Success
Allow the steak to rest with the seasoning for at least 40 minutes to let the flavors penetrate the meat.
Ensure your grill is hot enough to sear the steak to a perfect brown without burning it.
Additional Tips and Variations
Try adding a pinch of cayenne pepper for extra heat or swap brown sugar for white sugar if you prefer a subtler sweetness. This seasoning also works well with chicken or pork.

Nutritional Highlights (Per Serving)
This seasoning is low in calories and adds a burst of flavor without extra fat, making it an excellent choice for health-conscious cooks.

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