🍽️ Punugulu Recipe: The Crispy Andhra Snack You’ll Regret Not Trying
Okay listen—before I tell you about this punugulu recipe that completely hijacked my life (dramatic, but not really), I need to confess something.
I did not grow up eating this stuff. Like at all. I grew up in Queens where you could get a bacon-egg-and-cheese at 3 in the morning but if you asked someone for Andhra Punugulu they’d stare like you just requested alien food. The first time I even heard the word “punugulu,” my friend Priya said it in passing like it was obvious.
She goes, “You’ve never had punugulu?”
And I’m like, “I don’t even know which part of the alphabet that word belongs to.”
Anyway. Fast-forward to me at a house party two years ago, standing in the kitchen eating these little golden, crispy, fluffy, cloud-like, addictive snack-balls-from-heaven and saying things like, “Wait—how did I live 30+ years without this??”
So yeah, let’s talk about Punugulu.
But not in that boring food-blogger way where they act all calm and organized. No. I’m talking actual chaos, the way I cook at home—measuring nothing, dropping batter on the stove (at least once), and panicking about oil temperature like it’s a math test.
🧅 How I Accidentally Fell in Love With These Little Andhra Bites
You ever have a moment where you try a food and immediately feel betrayed by your own childhood? Like, “Why didn’t I grow up with this?” That was me.
Picture this:
It’s a rainy Saturday. I’m wearing sweats that absolutely should’ve been washed two days earlier. And I’m at Priya’s place because she promised to “make something quick” before we watched a Telugu movie she swore I’d love. (Spoiler: I didn’t understand half the references, but the hero’s hair had more dramatic movement than my entire week.)
Suddenly the kitchen smells like some mix of dosa batter, onions, curry leaves, and that warm, fried scent that makes your soul sit up like a meerkat.
I walk over, look into the pan, and see these little golden dumpling-looking things flipping in oil like tiny gymnasts.
“What is that?” I ask.
She gives me the “you sweet summer child” look.
“This? Oh, Punugulu.”
Like obviously.
So I pop one in my mouth—okay, maybe five—and immediately think:
Oh. I am done for.
Crispy outside.
Soft inside.
Slight tang.
Little hit of green chilli.
One of those snacks where you tell yourself, “Just one more,” and then suddenly you’re 19 deep and planning your future around this snack.
🛒 Ingredients (AKA things you already have if you ever made dosa once in your life)
(Here’s where I try to look organized but fail slightly.)
- 2 cups idli/dosa batter (store-bought or your mom’s magical batch if you have a mom like that)
- 1 medium onion, chopped
- 2 green chillies, chopped
- 1-inch ginger, grated
- A handful of curry leaves (optional but also… not really optional)
- ½ teaspoon cumin
- Salt (you know, to taste, whatever that means)
- Oil for deep frying
A note from my chaotic soul:
If your batter is too thin, your Punugulu will end up flat and sad like a failed science project. If it’s too thick, you’ll get weird rock-like balls that can double as self-defense weapons. Aim for happy-medium.
🧑🍳 How to Make Punugulu (With Commentary You Didn’t Ask For)
1. Mix everything
Just dump the onions, chillies, curry leaves, ginger, cumin—all of it—into your dosa/idli batter. Mix like your life depends on it.
2. Check the consistency
It should be thick enough to scoop but not so thick you need a forklift. Add a spoonful of rice flour if you want extra crispiness. (And trust me… you do.)
3. Heat the oil
Medium heat.
Not high. Not low.
If you drop a tiny bit of batter and it floats up in 3–4 seconds, congratulations—you nailed it.
If it burns immediately, your stove is giving main-character energy and needs to chill.
4. Fry fry fry
Scoop small spoonfuls of batter and drop them carefully into the hot oil. They puff up like they’re excited to see you.
Fry till golden-brown—like that perfect sun-kissed shade we all wish we naturally were.
5. Drain & serve
Plate them on paper towels (or, if you’re me, an old napkin from a takeout bag).
Then serve with coconut chutney, peanut chutney, or honestly—even ketchup if you’re desperate at midnight. I won’t judge.
🗣️ A Conversation That Actually Happened
Me: “Why is this so good?”
Priya: “Because it’s fried.”
Me: “…fair.”
🌧️ Why Punugulu Just Hits Different
You ever check the weather app and see that little rain-cloud icon and instantly crave something fried? No explanation, no logic—just pure instinct. Punugulu is that snack.
Something about that crispy exterior with the soft inside—perfect with chai, coffee, movie marathons, existential crises, basically anything.
Also, Punugulu is the kind of snack that feels fancy but requires zero effort. Like wearing perfume over a sweatshirt—effortlessly impressive.
🤦♂️ My First Attempt at Making It Solo
Oh boy.
Oil was too hot.
Batter was too thin.
One Punugulu split in half and did this dramatic sizzling thing like it was auditioning for a soap opera.
But here’s the thing—I learned. I persevered. I made a batch so perfect one day that I actually texted a picture to Priya like:
“Look at this!!!!! I’m a South Indian father now!!!”
She responded with:
“You added too much curry leaf.”
No praise.
Just judgment.
Honestly? Felt right.
🍳 Variations If You Want to Feel Fancy
Because sometimes I get bored or feel extra chef-y at 11pm.
- Add grated carrot for color (and to pretend it’s healthy)
- Throw in sweet corn
- Add coriander
- Mix in black pepper for that “my tongue is awake” feeling
🧡 Why You’ll Regret Not Trying This Punugulu Recipe
(Yes I’m being dramatic, but also… not really.)
Look, we spend so much time scrolling food reels, saving recipes we’ll never make, pretending we’re gonna meal prep one day. But this one? This is doable. Like actually-doable doable.
You don’t need special ingredients.
You don’t need a degree from the Culinary Institute.
You don’t need hand strength capable of whisking for 20 minutes.
Just batter.
Oil.
And a mild feeling of chaos.
This punugulu recipe is the definition of low effort → high reward.
Plus, if you’ve got guests, they’ll think you’re some kitchen genius who knows deep-cut South Indian snacks. Instant respect.
You’re welcome.
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🎉 Final Thoughts (But Not in a Formal Way)
I don’t know if this was supposed to be a recipe post or a confession of my fried-snack obsession, but here we are. And honestly? Punugulu deserves this chaotic love letter.
Make it once and you’ll get it.
Make it twice and you’ll crave it.
Make it three times and congratulations—you are now the designated snack person in your family/friend group. No escaping that.
Now go make Punugulu.
And if your first batch is a disaster, just DM me pictures so I can laugh with you, not at you.
