Kalkandu pongal is one such variety of sweet pongal made with rice, moong dal and kalkandu/ rock sugar candy as the name suggests. I had already posted the traditional sakkarai pongal recipe last year in the blog so wanted to post something different most impotantly without using jaggery so I […]
Thattai/ Pappu chekkalu/ Pappu billalu is a crunchy and yummy South Indian fried snack prepared during festivals. Thattai/ pappu chekkalu is prepared with 3 types of flour: rice flour, urad dal flour and gram dal flour for which I have provided the making along with pictures below. This aromatic snack […]
Sakkarai pongal/ Sweet pongal/ Chakkara pongali is a delicious sweet recipe popularly prepared in South India during festivals. Sweet pongal/ sakkarai pongal is prepared with rice, moong dal and jaggery. Adding ghee, cashews and raisins enhance the taste of this dish even more. Sweet pongal holds top priority along with […]
Peanut ladoo is a very simple and easy to make recipe involving just 4 basic ingredients and can be prepared in no time. Peanut ladoo is usually made during festivals like karthikai deepam. This ladoo comes as real treat for peanut lovers and also for non peanut lovers. So if […]
Sugar adhirasam/ Ariselu is a delicious fried indian sweet usually prepared during festivals like diwali. Adhirasam is often considered as complex sweet, as it gets little tricky while making ball consistency sugar syrup, and this plays key role in making this sweet. Sugar adhirasam ingredients and making is same as […]
Rava payasam is a very easy, quick and delicious payasam with handful basic ingredients in its making. Rava payasam is prepared by boiling ghee roasted rava in milk and sugar then served. This payasam can be prepared for any occasion or festival and can be served hot or chilled. Rava […]
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.
