Ragi Thattai/ Ragi Pappu chekkalu/ Ragi Nippattu is a crunchy, flavorful and delicious disc shaped South Indian fried snack that can be prepared during festivals like Diwali. Traditionally Thattai/ pappu chekkalu is prepared rice flour and urad dal flour but to give it a healthy twist I tried makjng it […]
Varagu karupatti adhirasam/ Kodo millet Palm jaggery adhirasam is a delicious South Indian deep fried sweet. it is prepared with homemade varagu flour/ kodo millet flour and palm jaggery. It can be prepared for festivals like Diwali and few other festivities. Traditionally adhirasam is prepared with rice flour and jaggery/ […]
Kambu Omapodi/ Pearl millet sev/ Bajra sev is a crunchy and delicious fried snack made with kambu/ bajra flour, gram flour and ajwain water. Ompodi is served as tea time snack or made during festivals like diwali so thought to give a healthy twist to it by making it with […]
Kodo millet flakes upma/ Millet flakes upma is a delicious, healthy and super quick to make breakfast that can be prepared with basic ingredients in just 10 minutes. Yes just 10 minutes you need to prepare and cook. Unbelievable right? Millet flakes are kind of regular poha but much healthier, […]
Kodo millet flakes porridge is a very quick and super duper easy to make breakfast that is also delicious and healthy. This basic porridge recipe prepared with millet flakes/ not the millet itself is much easier to cook as breakfast or snack and is also gluten free, easy to digest, […]
Millet murungai keerai adai/ Baryard millet Drumstick leaves adai is a healthy, wholesome and delicious dosa/ Indian pancake prepared with barnyard millet (small in size, white in color, round in shape bigger than semolina/ sooji) lentils and murungai keerai/ drumstick leaves which actually is the main essence of this adai. […]
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.
