A delicious recipe made with rice and moong dal can never be left out in breakfast list. The aroma of the ghee and the crunchiness of the cashews cannot make the day any better. It tastes best when served hot with sambar and coconut chutney. When we were newly wed […]
Fresh food made from your own garden produce is a bliss.The keerai masiyal that is illustrated below is made out of spinach grown in my patio garden. This is a quick ,simple, healthy and nutritious recipe which will be cherished by both adult and kids. So lets get to it. […]
Kathirikai puli kuzhambu is a must have recipe in my monthly cooking list because I relished this recipe from my childhood. This gravy tickles your tongue as it is tangy and at the same time spicy. This can be made with lot of variations and with different vegetables but today […]
This is an all time favorite sambar for my hubby. Radish / mulangi sambar is often made by my MIL along with potato poriyal and this was the first dish she served me when i got married so it holds a sweet memory too and i also remember that the […]
I usually don’t make sambar with vendakai / okra as i like it best in poriyal/ vepudu. I am compelled to prepare sambar with it because this vendakai /okra was harvested at my home. Since i had only handful of them i chose to make sambar out of it and […]
I learnt this simple, spicy and yummy tasting chutney from my MIL and i make this chutney as side accompany when i don’t have enough time to make anything with huge preparation. Though it has only handful ingredients the end results seem super vow. So lets get to the recipe! […]
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.
