Kavuni arisi puttu/ Black rice puttu is a simple and easy to make delish breakfast made with black rice/ kavuni arisi originating from chettinadu cuisine. This puttu can be prepared in jiffy and can be served with sugar, papad and a banana can make your breakfast simply nutritious and delicious. […]
Idli vada sambar is a delicious breakfast platter that is usually prepared during special days or festivals or during weekends. I prepared this platter this week and I thought why not post it in the blog. This platter can be made made more delicious with chutney and a super hot […]
Suzhiyam/ Suyyam/ Suzhiyan/ Seeyam/ Borrelu is a deep fried sweet dish made with channa dal and jaggery stuffing. This sweet dish is usually made during diwali and that’s why I thought to post it just before the festival. This sweet dish has a stuffing and outer layer made with a […]
Kavuni arisi halwa/ Black rice halwa is a delicious and flavorful halwa originating from chettinadu cuisine. Black rice halwa as the name goes it is made with black rice called kavuni arisi in tamil and coconut milk. What coconut milk? Yes you heard that right, this particular ingredient adds more […]
Chicken biryani is a delicious and very flavorful one pot meal that needs no introduction and that needs is adored by all. Chicken biryani can be made in many ways, prepared in any methods but the output always seems to be delish. This chicken biryani is one such simple, easy […]
Jalebi is one such delicious and very popular festival sweet of Indian subcontinent. This jalebi with crispy exterior and soft, juicy, sweet and tangy exterior can be often found in either bright yellow or orange color both in street stalls or in sweet shops. Jalebi can be relished hot or […]
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.
