After a really long break/ vacation to Hawaii I m back with posting recipes in blog. Thanks for all the inquires about me and conveying how much you guys missed my posts. I m sure the blog will be super active from now with a new and interesting post everyday! […]
Tindora pakora/ Kovakka fry/ Dondakaya pakodi fry made with Ivy gourd is a delicious fritter with crispy exterior and soft interior that can be served as evening snack along with hot chai/ coffee or served as side dish for lunch. Ivy gourd fritters is one such quick and easy to […]
Thayir vadai/ Curd vada is a delicious South Indian snack prepared by adding soaked vada in tempered curd mixture and served with garnish consisting of boondi, carrot and finely chopped cilantro. Thayir vadai is my hubby’s all time favorite and for that reason I make extra vada so that I […]
Javvarisi bonda/ Sabudana bonda with crispy outer layer and soft interior is a delicious tea time snack made with leftover idli/ dosa batter. Yes you heard it right, this bonda can be made with freshly made fermented idli/dosa batter or with that last batter which yields hard idlies and rubbery […]
Aloo bonda/ Batata vada is a stuffed fried snack prepared by dipping potato mixture in besan batter, which is then deep fried and served along with chutney. This aloo bonda/ batata vada has a crisp exterior and soft interior making it a relishable one. This simple and easy to make […]
Cauliflower pakoda/ Gobi pakora is a delicious and crispy fritter where batter coated blanched cauliflower/ gobi is fried in oil. This pakoda/ pakora/ pakodi is such an easy and handy snack recipe to satisfy that small evening hunger with the few basic ingredients that can be easily pulled out of […]
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.
