Idli is a steamed rice cake, one of the traditional breakfast made in South India. It is prepared using homemade / store bought idli batter made with rice and urad dal. Idli in instant pot is just a new way of making idli in electric pressure cooker. All we will […]
Ridge gourd peel chutney/ Peerkangai chutney/ Beerakaya chutney might sound a little different but it is one of the tastiest chutney I have learnt from my mom. This post is a continuity post from yesterday as the peel/skin from ride gourd that I had mentioned to save for chutney is […]
Basmati rice mini idli is soft, spongy and fluffy idli prepared with fermented batter consisting of basmati rice, poha and urad dal. Basmati rice is not used/ recommended for making idli/ dosa other than pulao and biryani as it carries so much flavor and also misunderstood it being unfit to […]
Kaima idli is a delicious, spicy, crunchy and flavorful dish that is prepared with fried leftover idlies. Kaima idli is prepared by tossing fried idli cubes in spicy and crunchy onion tomato based masala. Adding capsicum for flavor and green peas for crunchiness makes the dish more tasty and special. […]
Barnyard millet also known as kuthiraivali arisi (tamil)/ odalu (telugu) is a millet variety that is small in size, white in color, round in shape bigger than semolina/ sooji. Barnyard millet is rich in fiber, iron and is also less in calories making it healthier than rice. Barnyard millet with […]
Quinoa pronounced (kinwa) is a naturally gluten free grain that is rich in protein with all essential amino acids and has very high fiber compared to any other grain, also high in minerals like magnesium and iron. This super healthy grain can be incorporated in our diet in most simplest […]
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.
