Kasi halwa/ Poosinikai halwa is a delicious and melt in mouth shiny looking sweet/ dessert prepared with winter melon / ash gourd/ white pumpkin. This traditional sweet does not demand too many ingredients but still tastes outstanding. The cooking time is more for the halwa preparation when done in stove […]
Khoya gulab jamun is a soft, juicy, rich and lip smacking Indian sweet/ dessert prepared with khoya/ mawa/ dried milk. This classic dumplings are first deep fried and then soaked in sugar syrup and served either warm or cold. Since it is the first post of the year I thought […]
Pumpkin seed halwa is a quick and easy to make lip smacking sweet that can be easily prepared with very few ingredients in just 20 minutes without much of stirring or procedures. In the starting of the year everyone prepares sweet and sometimes those like me would surely love to […]
Foxtail millet/ Thinai/ Korra is a grass grown (planted species) for human food (consumption). This forgotten ancient treasure is loaded with so many health benefits that its inclusion in our everyday diet is a bliss. Foxtail millet is rich in fiber, protein, iron, calcium and potassium. Thinai millet is gluten […]
Basundi (Rabri/ Rabdi)is a delicious pale yellow colored Indian sweet / dessert. It is prepared with milk, nuts, sugar and cardamom powder for flavoring and saffron strands for color. Preparing Basundi/Rabdi requires a lot of patience. It takes about 30 to 45 minutes of standing and a lot of arm […]
Jangiri/ Imarti is a delicious deep fried flower shaped sweet soaked in sugar syrup. Jhangiri usually comes in orange color and is prepared using urad dal and rice flour and prepared during festivals like diwali and new year. I have tried making jangiri 8 years back and dint come out […]
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.
