Fried gram dal chutney/ Roasted gram dal chutney/ Pottukadalai chutney is quick and easy to make chutney usually prepared during festivals for breakfast. This chutney is served with raw rice idli/ pacharisi idli which I posted 2 days back. This chutney consists of dried red chilli instead of green chilli, […]
Vada curry is a delicious south Indian thick gravy made with leftover masala vada. Vada curry is a very flavorful and aromatic coconut based curry usually served along with idli and dosa for breakfast. Earlier in restaurants vada curry used to be prepared with leftover vada but as years passed […]
Ridge gourd peel chutney/ Peerkangai chutney/ Beerakaya chutney might sound a little different but it is one of the tastiest chutney I have learnt from my mom. This post is a continuity post from yesterday as the peel/skin from ride gourd that I had mentioned to save for chutney is […]
Tamarind chutney/ Sonth chutney/ Saunth chutney is a classic sweet and tangy side accompany for many snacks also used in chaat items. This chutney is made by grinding soaked tamarind into paste and then boiled along with jaggery and few spices to add to its flavors and taste. This chutney […]
Mysore chutney/ Spicy red chutney/ Chana dal chutney is a traditional spicy chutney made while preparing regular or mysore masala dosa at my home. Mysore chutney is prepared with bengal gram/ split chana dal and dried red chilli acting as main ingredient, while adding onion or coconut depends upon each […]
Peanut chutney is a mild spicy, garlicky, little tangy and flavorful chutney prepared in a very simple and quick way with very few ingredients and served with idli and dosa. Peanut chutney can be prepared with or without coconut but I usually choose to prepare it without coconut as its […]
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.
