Tiffin sambar is a delicious and very flavorful sambar prepared specially to be served with dosa, idli, pongal, vada or any tiffin items. Tiffin sambar is usually prepared with carrot, beans, potato or pumpkin, creating combos with the veggies mentioned and add their goodness and taste to the sambar. Tiffin […]
Instant besan sambar/ Kadalai mavu sambar (in tamil) is a quick and easy version of tiffin sambar that can be accompanied with idli, dosa, rava upma, uttapam and so on. This instant sambar requires no grinding and mainly no cooking of dal making it easy on busy days or when […]
Instant sambar/ Fried gram dal sambar is a really quick and easy to make sambar recipe which takes only 10 minutes to make and is an amazing replacer of regular chutney and sambar. Instant sambar is usually served along with idli/ dosa or any batter oriented breakfast, so it can […]
Avarakkai sambar / val papdi sambar was one my favorite sambar when i was pregnant and i made it every week throughout my pregnancy. I love to prepare it with fresh avarakkai but i seldom see it here in stores. Even for the below recipe i have used frozen avarakkai […]
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 […]
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.
