Olaiappam/ Sweet idli is a soft, spongy and fluffy idli where idli is sweetened with jaggery, flavored with cardamom and topped with grated coconut, moong dal and steamed to perfection. This sweet idli is usually served as breakfast along with ginger chutney. This is Pondicherry (I was born there) specialty […]
Ragi Appam or Finger Millet Appam is a nutritious South Indian breakfast made with fermented batter using idli rice, raw rice, poha, urad dal and ragi flour. This yeast-free and coconut-free version yields soft, lace-edged hoppers that pair beautifully with coconut milk, kurma, or stew.
Cornmeal Idli / Broken corn Idli is a soft, spongy, fluffy and healthy idli prepared with broken corn rava and whole urad dal. Yes just 2 ingredients and voila breakfast is ready. This nutritious broken corn idli tastes delicious with spicy chutney/ sambar. I have earlier posted 2 recipe using […]
Paneer tikka pizza/ Paneer pizza is a desi style pizza prepared with regular pizza base. It is topped with homemade pizza sauce, tikka paneer, onion, green pepper and cheese. Paneer tikka pizza is one such delicious fusion pizza. We have loved eating for the past 6 years in a curry […]
Eggless oats pancakes is a healthy and delicious breakfast that can be made in a jiffy with pantry friendly ingredients. Though this pancake recipe Uses no eggs they will be soft, fluffy and delish just like the pancake made with eggs. These oats pancakes are tummy filling than the regular […]
Pesarattu upma is a delicious and healthy lentil crepe prepared with green gram dal and served with rava upma, by which it derives the name from. This is a traditional breakfast hailing from my place Andhra Pradesh and usually served with ginger chutney also know as allam chutney which I […]
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.
