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 […]
An awesome side dish packed with protein without which Sundays lunch cannot be full filled. For this recipe I have used cat fish which is the only variety that like to taste in the absence of vanjaram fish. The below recipe is a simple version and will taste delicious with […]
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 […]
Yesterday wen me and my hubby were taking a look at the old pics taken in las vegas it reminded me of the lemon rice that I had packed to eat for lunch during our long drive. So I thought why not refresh the memories with same rice. Lemon rice […]
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.
