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It's far from the first, but the one that stuck in my head was from H. Beam Piper's "Four Day Planet", where the narrator tells someone he can eat all the pate de foie gras he wants because they have a ginormous chunk of goose liver growing in one of their city carniculture vats.
It tends to make you think ... what's to come? While they're a minority today, there are plenty of people who have home vegetable gardens, especially people who want some kind of specialty vegetables not readily available in stores. And there are people who have setups for all kinds of exotic things; marine aquarists can buy jellyfish tanks off the shelf, now, when only a few years ago raising jellyfish was so difficult that only big public aquaria dared try it. I haven't seen any SF author proposing that hobbyists, foodies, or whatever, would have their own little carniculture setups in their basements, growing their exotic meat of choice, but think of the possibilities. Maybe vole actually tastes really good, or people might promote the benefits of home-grown cheetah over that flavorless commercially-grown stuff.
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