Lachha paratha is a delicious layered Indian flat bread prepared with whole wheat flour/ atta. This paratha is very similar to the making of South Indian parotta prepared with maida / all purpose flour. This lachha paratha technique I learnt from my mother-in- law as she is super quick and […]
Ragi adai/ Kezhvaragu adai is a healthy, wholesome and quick to make breakfast/ snack prepared with ragi flour/ finger millet flour and enriched with moringa leaves/ drumstick leaves. This soft roti/ragi adai is good for diabetic people and people on diet but still the dish does not compromise on its […]
Ajwain puri/ Kasta ajawain puri is a classic and a delicious Indian puffed bread flavored with carom seeds/ ajwain which helps in easy digestion. These puri’s are super quick to make and can be served with a simple and spicy potato curry for breakfast. These carom seeds puri’s are healthy as […]
Bombay sandwich is a very delicious and popular sandwich in Mumbai that is loaded with veggies like slices of boiled potato, cucumber, tomato, onion and a layer of green chutney with few pinches of chaat masala. This bombay sandwich is my all time favorite specially the grilled ones that me […]
Grilled mayo sandwich is a basic and very easy to make recipe consisting of mayo, onion slices, cucumber slices, tomato slices, mayonnaise and of corse bread slices. How simple is that? This sandwich serves as an healthy and quick breakfast during morning busy hours or sometimes can be consumed as […]
Kambu sweet semiya/ Kambu sweet vermicelli is a simple and very easy to make breakfast/ snack/ tiffin made with handful ingredients. I had Earlier posted savory version of kambu vermicelli, so this post is just continuation of that as both savory and sweet dish makes excellent combo as breakfast. So […]
Hello and welcome. I’m Sandhya—the hands, heart, and stories behind Sandyathome This blog was never planned. It began quietly—just like the way my mother and grandmother used to cook. No measurements. No books. Just feeling. Growing up, I didn’t realize I was being shaped by their everyday magic. The gentle clinking of ladles, the warm smell of curry leaves crackling in oil, the quiet hum of love in every dish—they stayed with me. I didn’t inherit written recipes. But I inherited something far deeper—the emotion of cooking, the way food could heal, gather, and speak when words fall short.
