Indian style tomato spaghetti/ Desi style tomato spaghetti is prepared by tossing cooked spaghetti in spicy onion tomato sauce flavored and seasoned with Indian spices. Those spices and flavors is what we sometimes need/ miss while eating Italian spaghetti. But that’s how it should be when you say it “ITALIAN […]
Black rice idli/ Kavuni arisi idli is a soft and fluffy steamed breakfast prepared with fermented idli batter consisting of kavuni arisi/black rice, idli rice and urad dal. Yes you heard the name right! This idli gets its beautiful brown color from the black rice which is easily available in […]
Tapioca adai/ Maravalli kizhangu adai is a protein rich breakfast/ tiffin prepared by grinding rice and dal to which ground tapioca is mixed and made into thick dosa/ adai. Adai is usually served with aviyal/ sambar/ chutney and is one such tummy filling, wholesome and healthy breakfast popular in South […]
Veg kothu chapati/ Kothu chapati is a delicious combination of minced chapati and veg kurma tossed with some onions, tomatoes and masala served usually with onion raita as dinner or evening snacks or mini tiffin. This recipe is a copycat recipe of the traditional veg kothu parotta that is popular […]
Chicken karahi/ Karahi chicken is a one such spicy gravy hailing from Pakistan and North India where chicken is cooked in tomato based gravy which goes well with naan, roti and jeera rice. We are so much addicted to this chicken karahi available in Pakwan restaurant, that whenever we order […]
Instant rava appam/ Sooji appam is a soft, spongy and delicious breakfast that can be prepared in just 15 minutes. Yes that’s right! This instant breakfast uses just 6 pantry friendly ingredients and requires no fermentation which is again a good news. I am a great fan of appam and […]
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.
