Creamy spinach pasta/ Spinach pasta as the name goes is a super creamy, rich, flavorful and lip-smacking pasta with the goodness of spinach. This spinach pasta is unbelievably creamy because it consists of cream cheese in its making also used some tomatoes for a little tanginess and it made all […]
Palak paniyaram / Spinach paniyaram/ Keerai paniyaram is a soft, fluffy, healthy and delicious savory breakfast / mini tiffin. Yes you heard it right! Just add palak/ spinach mixture to your Idli batter and make yummy kara paniyaram for your breakfast. This spinach paniyaram / palak paniyaram tastes great with any […]
Keerai medhu vadai is a fluffy, crispy and delicious medhu vada loaded with goodness of palak/ spinach/ pasalai keerai. This keerai vadai can be made for festivals like Ugadi, Ganesh chaturthi, Varalakshmi vratham etc as it uses no onion in its making and can taste same or more delicious than […]
Spinach mushroom scrambled eggs/ Eggs with spinach and mushroom as the name goes it is a delicious and protein rich breakfast loaded with spinach and mushroom that can be prepared in jiffy. Yes adding little spinach/ palak and mushrooms to your regular scrambled eggs can give you more nutrition and […]
Spinach mushroom lasagna is a super filling and delicious meal loaded with layers of Spinach, Mushroom, Swiss cheese, Mozzarella cheese, Sweet marinara sauce and White sauce as well. It’s the perfect dish to serve to vegetarians and non vegetarians on any special occasions or best works when you are having […]
Instant pot palak khichdi/ Palak khichdi is one such winter special lip smacking lentil based one pot meal that is super healthy and nutritious. Yes this is one such recipe that is super quick to prepare and is something similar to South Indian VEN PONGAL and SAMBAR SADAM. I might […]
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.
