Varagu arisi sakkarai pongal/ Kodo millet sakkarai pongal prepared with kodo millet, moong dal, jaggery, flavored with cardamom and garnished with ghee fried cashews and raisins is a traditional sweet dish popular in South India and is often prepared during special occasions / festivals like navaratri, pongal, varalakshmi vratham etc. […]
Millet sambar sadam/ Kuthiraivali sambar sadam/ Barnyard millet sambar rice is a simple and quick to make Tamil Nadu style one pot meal. It is prepared with millet/ Barnyard millet, toor dal and veggies. Traditionally sambar sadam is prepared with rice. But to keep it more healthy and to get […]
Ragi sweet adai/ Finger millet sweet adai/ Kezhvaragu sweet adai is a delicious and healthy breakfast / snack prepared with ragi / finger millet flour, jaggery and flavored with cardamom. This is a quick and easy to make breakfast recipe involving just handful ingredients or can be served as a […]
Varagu thayir sadam/ Kodo millet curd rice is a very simple, delicious and healthy comfort food prepared by adding curd, milk/water and tempering to cooked varagu/ Kodo millet. Yes you heard that right!! A regular curd rice made much healthy by replacing white rice with kodo millet/ Varagu which is […]
Barnyard millet adai maavu kunukku/ Kuthiraivali adai maavu kunukku is a yummy deep fried snack prepared either with leftover adai maavu/ freshly made maavu. At home amma always makes kunukku / fritter with leftover adai batter as it tastes even better than the freshly ground batter. So I have also […]
Barnyard millet adai/ Kuthiraivali 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)and lentils. Traditionally adai is prepared with rice and lentils but to keep it healthy and to get back to […]
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.
