Quinoa kheer is a one such delicious dessert that I have tasted till date, yes a nutty flavored kheer with mild crunchiness perfectly powered with cardamom powder and sweetness is a real treat for our taste buds and a bliss for kheer lovers. As always my recipe will not include […]
Rose falooda is a very flavorful and delicious summer dessert that takes just minutes to prepare with just few summer essential and everyday ingredients. This rose falooda is a rich dessert and has layers of red jelly, falooda sev, sweet basil seeds/ tukmaria, rose milk, ice cream and of course […]
Bread Ras Malai is an instant and easy version of regular ras malai where the preparation time and cumbersome procedure is reduced. Bread ras malai is a delicious dessert that can be prepared easily with very few ingredients at home in very less time. I made this ras malai to […]
Rasgulla is a soft and fluffy white colored round shaped delicious Indian dessert (Bengali) that needs no introduction. Rasgulla is made from curdled milk called chenna, which is kneaded into soft dough, shaped, cooked in sugar syrup, chilled and then served. Making rasgulla requires some patience and time with some […]
Palkova/ Theratipaal is a very delicious and lip smacking milk sweet famous in a southern part of India called SRIVILLIPUTHUR. The traditional palkova has a labor intensive procedure requiring lot of patience and experience as well, since my blog is all about recipes that are instant and simplified to help […]
Quinoa halwa is a very delicious and healthy halwa which I think most if us haven’t heard of or has ever tasted it. Me and my mom have discussed a lot regarding the aroma of qunioa and khas khas being the same when ground into paste, and those talks popped […]
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.
