Chum chum/ Chom Chom/ Cham Cham is a rich, soft, spongy and delicious Bengali sweet traditionally prepared by rolling chenna (Indian cheese prepared by curdling milk) to cylindrical shape, which is then boiled in sugar syrup, then stuffed with mawa, topped with nuts and coated with desiccated coconut/ mawa. Though […]
Sago murukku/ Javvarisi murukku is a crunchy and delicious deep fried snack that can be prepared during festivals like Diwali. This is surely not my innovative recipe but an accidental recipe ? yes, you heard that right!! I soaked some little too much sago/ javvarisi for another recipe and I […]
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 […]
Veg pulao/ Vegetable pulao is a simple, delicious and colorful one pot meal that can be easily prepared at home in different styles. So this is one such style; NO ONION NO GARLIC VEG PULAO that tastes really delish with handful ingredients and serves as a great dish during vrat […]
Green gram dal sundal/ Pachai payaru sundal is a protein rich delicious sundal that can be served as prasad/ evening snack. So sundal is usually a savory snack but it can be made in sweet version too like this GREEN GRAM SWEET SUNDAL which I posted last year and was […]
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.
