Breaded and deep fried, hard to beat. My grandma forced boiled okra on me as a kid and I couldn't stand it, but now that I've aged a little I really don't mind it.
When I gardened in central Oklahoma I always had about 6 Okra plants and the 4 of us couldn't eat it fast enough. It truly does grow like a weed there.
At one time it was touted as the perfect third world crop because it would grow anywhere without any fuss and could be used for cooking oil, never knew that, and a food source for humans and livestock.