There's a good book by Margaret Atwood that echoes this prediction (Oryx and Crake). In the text, one of the main characters visits a lab, is confronted by a genetically engineered monstrosity known as a ChickieNob (imagine a chicken grown on a "tree" with chickens without feathers or heads or claws are "grown." It's cheap and fast. 

The character is at first appalled, nearly sick. Six months later, he is resignedly getting a "Basket o' Nubbins" and a year later, it is his favourite food. I always found that telling.