Bread upma is a very simple and instant upma where bread cubes are tossed in onion tomato mixture. It is a crunchy, little tangy, spicy upma and also the most handy recipe for a lazy or busy morning. So lets get to the making! [sam id=”1″ codes=”true”] [sam id=”2″ codes=”true”]
Vella seedai is a fried sweet recipe prepared by shaping small portion of dough into ball and then dropping it in hot oil. The key ingredients in this recipe is rice flour and jaggery which creates crunchy munchy seedai. This seedai is prepared during south indian festivals like gokulastami and […]
Aloo poha is an easy, spicy, lemony and crunchy poha recipe prepared by adding boiled potato in poha then with a twist of lemon juice as final touch. I love to prepare this recipe for breakfast as it requires no side accompany ! So lets get to the making! [sam […]
Coconut upma is a traditional upma prepared in my family generation after generation. It is a spicy and tangy recipe prepared by grinding coconut and idly rice along with spices. It is very delicious and has an unique side dish, raw onions. This upma needs to be consumed when it […]
Dibba rotti is an authentic dish hailing from Andhra Pradesh and is often served as breakfast. It is prepared by making batter using rice and urad dal and is best known for its golden crispy outer layer and fluffy inner. This recipe was given to me by my friend and […]
It was during my school days my dad bought this delicious kappa fry sold in some shop when we newly shifted to abudhabi. I finish the whole box , It was that yummy I can say I dint bother to share it with anyone. Since then my mom started preparing […]
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.
