Red chilli coconut chutney is a spicy side dish served with various main dishes. It is prepared by grinding coconut and red chilli with other ingredients to enhance the flavors and taste of regular coconut chutney. This is my moms recipe and she used to serve it with idli and […]
Oats rava dosa is an instant and crispy dosa similar to regular rava dosa in healthy version. Oats dosa batter can be used to prepare regular dosa also, but this version is more tastier and often preferred by my family. This dosa is simple and easy to make and involves […]
Idli seeralam is a spicy dish prepared by tossing cubed idli in tempered onion mixture. Idli seeralam can be prepared with fresh or left over idli. I was reminded of this recipe by my mom last week as she prepared it the day she called me. This recipe is again […]
Kara pidi kuzhukattai is a spicy kozhukattai prepared by steaming the tempered rice flour dough shaped into kozhukattai. Kara pidi kozhukkatai is a simple and easy recipe and holds a special importance during ganesh chaturthi. Pidi kozhukkatai can be prepared in sweet version too. So lets get to the making! […]
Palathalikalu/ Bellam Palathalikalu is a delicious sweet dish prepared by cooking steamed rice flour noodles to boiling milk coconut mixture. Palathalikalu is usually prepared during festivals/ special occasions like Sankranti, Ganesh Chathurthi and Polala Amavasya. Palathalikalu has unique flavors and taste as it involves freshly ground paste consisting of coconut […]
Paal poli is a delicious and rich sweet recipe prepared by drenching fried maida poori in milk mixture. Paal poli is my favorite sweet recipe since childhood and is made often during my birthdays at home. I am glad that got an opportunity to share this age old recipe (grandma’s […]
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.
