Most people are disappointed when I show up, but nothing living can exist without me. Most of all, my existence triggers the worst drivers everywhere.

If someone threw me at your head, you would do this to avoid me. You might get angry like a cartoonishly-famous one of me, and shout words that rhyme with me.

What herb the cook added to the bread when they did not have enough hours to bake it properly. One quarter of a Simon and Garfunkel recipe.

Like a shallot, I am peeled in sections, dry skin easing the dissection. I panfry quick, just till fragrant, my segments allude to a spice with pointed ends. Fantastical bloodsuckers abhor me, and before a date I repel thee, though I love this endlessly.

Remove the second letter and it becomes a fowl word.